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I blink several times when I look in the mirror. The first thing I think about is, is this me?

-Wow- I say, turning over myself. You did a great job.

-I know- Gigi says proudly, pretending to wipe away a tear.

I do not know where this dress came from and it is not for throwing me flowers, but it seems that it is made to measure for me. It is pastel pink and with them back in the air, two thin and long straps hold my shoulders and make me double my neckline. It's perfect, although I see it a bit risky for a party at a teenager's house, full of teenagers with bouncing hormones, Gigi has insisted. I check my hairstyle, I wear my hair down, wild style with ringlets that fall almost to my waist.

I can't help but think of Ali. The one who used to fix me was her. I remember when she tied me to a chair just because I didn't want to wear makeup and she didn't convince me. If only I could see her one more time ...

A tear is about to fall down my cheek but I