I got up early in the morning, restless from a sleepless night. The air felt quiet and heavy, like it carried the weight of my thoughts. I made my way into the bathroom and took a short warm bath, letting the water relax my tense muscles and clear my head.Stepping out, I sat in front of the dressing mirror, staring at my reflection. A smirk tugged at my lips. “I’m the most beautiful on Earth,” I whispered to myself with confidence. But then, as if from nowhere, a quiet voice echoed in my head — “It’s not even your real face.”I narrowed my eyes and raised my chin. “It’s already mine,” I said aloud, almost growling at the words like I was defending myself against an invisible accuser. I glanced around the room, realizing I was alone. A chill ran down my spine, but I shook it off.I began applying my makeup with precision, each stroke building a version of myself I wanted the world to see. After the final touch, I slipped into a bold, red gown that hugged my figure just right, and sli
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