Aurora.I stood in front of the mirror for what had to be the tenth time. The bed behind me had disappeared under a mountain of clothes—jeans, shorts, sweaters, the soft cream sundress, and a light blue romper.I picked up the dress again and held it against myself. It was pretty. It was also shorter than anything I had ever worn. My eyes drifted down to my thighs. Too much, the old voice in my head whispered.I reached for my familiar old jeans instead, but halfway there I stopped. A memory from the boutique came back to me."Try it on first," Alec had said. "Then decide whether you hate it."I remembered walking out of the fitting room expecting awkward silence. Instead, Maxwell had smiled and told me, "You keep trying to hide yourself." When I blinked at him in surprise, he’d added gently, "We don’t want you to hide. We want you to wear the things that make you smile."I looked back at the mirror. The dress did make me smile. It also terrified me.I let out a slow breath. "If I’m g
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