RHEA
I cook the noodles mostly because Roofus actually takes me up on the offer, then disappears into his room to get ready with an energy I don’t comment on.
Now I’m in front of the mirror, fastening my earrings. I choose a dark red wig. My makeup stays simple. Clean skin, soft eyes. The only thing that really announces itself is my lipstick, a deep red that feels deliberate. I save the rest of the statement for the dress.
It’s a black one I finished last week, like I somehow knew I’d need it. The bodice fits me perfectly, snug without being tight. The neckline dips just enough to feel intentional. The skirt skims my hips, loosening at my thighs, with a single slit at the back that reveals itself only when I move. I pick up the small clutch I made to match and tuck it under my arm.
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