As Reina stood in front of the mirror, she felt a profound emptiness she had never known.
The dress she wore, though beautiful and meticulously crafted, felt more like a prison than a garment.
It clung to her form in ways that made her feel exposed rather than elegant. The delicate lace and intricate beadwork, meant to highlight her beauty, seemed instead to mock her insecurity.
Her eyes traced the lines of her reflection, searching for a spark of confidence that refused to appear. She had imagined this moment many times—standing tall, her head held high, and a serene smile gracing her lips.
But now, faced with the reality, all she felt was a deep-seated unhappiness that gnawed at her core. Her face was a mask, struggling to conceal the turmoil within.
