The next morning, I stared at my reflection. For some reason, I felt plain. I wanted to stand out for once and do something different.
I reached for the makeup that had been collecting dust on my dresser and began experimenting with it. A little foundation, some mascara to bring out my eyes, and a hint of color on my lips. I felt…alive. For once, I wanted to be seen, really seen.
After curling my hair until it bounced around my shoulders, I slipped into a cute blouse and jeans that hugged my curves. I didn’t look overdone, just enough to feel a spark of confidence. Satisfied, I gave my reflection one last smile before grabbing my bag and heading out.
As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I could feel it—every eye on me. It was like this energy vibrating around me, pulling people's att
