11

ROSALINE

I was dressed in a carton brown body con dress. It was floor length and had two spaghetti straps. I was glad it was padded so I wouldn't need to wear a bra and keep checking my breasts every now and then.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I paired it with a pair of black heels and wore a simple diamond necklace and earrings.

I wore clean makeup and chose to use gloss instead of lipstick. I let my curly hair loose to hang around my waist in full volume and grinned at how I looked.

Once in a blue moon, I would appreciate my beauty. That's because I rarely felt beautiful. Every time I looked in the mirror, I would remember those scars and the torture.

"He'll just leave when he sees them," I sighed and smoothened the dress with my hand.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said as I grabbed my black clutch and putting my phone in it.

"Boss is waiting for you downstairs," it was Igor.

I turned to look at him. "Before you leave, how do I look?" I