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“Wow.”

Adriane’s jaw was nearly on the floor, but I hadn’t dared to look yet.

Despite the fact our lessons were over, I had still been sent an email by Greta telling me the details of where to go to prepare for the Blast launch. This time there had been no fancy shopping trip. Instead, a selection of dresses had already been picked out for me and were waiting on a rail in the salon. Despite my aversion to dresses, even I couldn’t deny how beautiful some of these were. In the end, I had let Adrianne decide again.

So here I was, standing in front of the floor length filigree mirror. Finally, I took a proper look. At first, I squinted, stepping closer to the mirror to make sure it was really me. It didn’t look like me because…well…the reflection looked…kind of beautiful?  

Adrianne had selected a deep crimson velvet dress. It ran all the way down to my feet, but a long slit revealed the top of my