I took my time in the shower as Cavin's voice kept playing in my mind, replaying our conversation about how things should be seen differently. His words lingered, echoing through my thoughts as I tried to make sense of his cryptic message.
As soon as I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom, and a floral sundress was carefully laid on the bed with a pair of Cuban heels to complete the outfit. My heart felt something stir within me as I stared at the outfit. I never once imagined wearing something like this. Nor had I considered that this lavishness would fit someone like me. I never once thought of looking beautiful. Or am I even allowed to be beautiful?
I slipped the dress over my head, feeling the soft fabric brush against my skin. As I looked at myself in the mirror, a newfound confidence washed over me. It was as if the dress had transformed me into someone I never knew existed.
