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ASHLEY

The silver sequined dress that stopped a few inches below my mid-thigh was exquisite. The straps formed a criss-cross around my neck, satin folds adorning the slanting upper bust. It had a skin net at the side with silver embellishments beautifying it.

I know it was supposed to make me feel like a million-dollar supermodel that was about to grace the runway or even a princess of some sort, but I scoffed at the sight of myself in the mirror, irritation coursing through my veins, burning through my emotions and overwhelming me.

I clamped my teeth on my glossed lips, chewing at it until I was almost tasting my blood while I tried to rein in the beads of tears that were beginning to form in my eyes. I let out a low growl, hissing through my teeth as my hands found the zipper at my back. I tugged at it, pulling it down and allowing the dress to fall at my feet. I got out of it, leaving me in my black lace panties. I crouched on the floor, picking up the dress and throwing it some