3RD pov“You’re taking too long dear,” Mom said from outside the fitting area, her voice carrying just enough impatience to remind Aurelia that this wasn’t meant to drag on.Aurelia adjusted the dress one more time before stepping out, the fabric fell perfectly on her frame, the design elegant without being loud. She stood there for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror again, trying to decide if this was something she liked or something she was simply being forced to like.Mom’s expression lit up almost immediately. “Now that,” she said, walking even closer, “is exactly the kind of look we need.”Aurelia glanced at her reflection again. “It fits well,” she admitted, though her tone still carried uncertainty.“It does more than fit well,” Mom replied, adjusting the shoulder slightly. “It suits you.”Aurelia didn’t argue, but she didn’t fully agree either. There was still that disconnect, that feeling of observing rather than recognizing.“Try turning,” Mom added.Aurelia did as s
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