The moment Keira rushed out of the room in a hurry—trying to get to work at the last minute, I wasted no time.
I grabbed the soft purple dress she had given me and quickly slipped into it.
The fabric was like butter against my skin, the dress flowed down at just a few inches above my knees, and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips when I spun and it twirled perfectly.
Pretty dresses make girls happy.
“How do I look?” I asked Nurse Ulara, twirling playfully again, to give her a feel of the dress.
She paused from clearing the breakfast tray and gave me a once-over. Her eyes lit up with approval.
“You look beautiful, dear. That color suits you perfectly.”
I beamed, my head swelling a little with her compliment.“Thank you!” I gave her one more twirl. She grinned before she
