AURELIA
I stared at the fifteenth dress Mom held out for me. In the past hour, I’d changed dresses nine times. Some, she picked and assumed would fit me perfectly, and the others, I had to test them.
“Seriously, Aure, I really thought you were never going to change,” she clicked her tongue.
I sighed, glancing at her. I also didn’t expect that she wouldn’t change until I did. I wish I could tell her everything she did to me, which killed my self-respect and confidence, but she would never understand.
I knew she would never even believe she could do such.
“Let’s say, for example, Mom, I never pursue the company and focus on art…how would you feel?”
“That would be crazy,” she said immediately. “Well, unless you are planning to open an art gallery or something, but still, we’d always be
