I WATCHED my own reflection in the mirror. I adjusted and pulled down the fabric of the dress I was wearing. It is black and fitted. Mold-shaped in my body.
"Sister, are you sure it's okay? Not obscene?" I asked my sister Zaira. He chose what I will wear for tonight.
"Yes. You look like a Goddess from Olympus. You look so beautiful. Oh no!"
I just smiled but still embarrassed. The surface of my chest is a bit outside but only a little.
My sister and I looked at the door when it opened.
Mommy.
"Wow! Our youngest is beautiful," he said.
My face warmed up because of the shame. "Hello, mommy," I said simply.
"Here's your purse. Maybe Clark is waiting for you downstairs," said my sister. It even fixed my curly hair slightly.
"Thank you, sister." I grabbed his hand and then gen
