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28. Paper Bags And Paper Hearts.

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Sofia's Pov

“Would you come out already so we can see the dress?” Mom snaps from outside the changing room. Her voice, clipped and impatient, slices right through the curtain.

I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair as I stare at the mirror. What kind of joke is this dress?

I turn, trying to see the back. The fabric hugs my chest and hips like it’s trying to expose every flaw. I look… round. Not in the flattering way. The zipper strains a little when I move, and the neckline—God, the choker-style collar feels like it’s trying to strangle me into elegance. This dress isn’t me.

Not even close. It’s her idea of who I should be.

I shift again and exhale—barely. “She got my measurements wrong,” I mutter.

“Sofia!” Mom snaps from outside. “Do I have to come in there and drag you out?”

Wouldn’t put it past her.

I clench my jaw and breathe—barely. My lungs are being crushed by overpriced fabric, and the collar around my neck feels more like a leash than a fashion choice.

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