CassyThe final touch of hairspray settled over my head like a light mist.I stood in front of the full-length mirror inside my guest suite, staring at the woman looking back at me. I could hardly recognize myself. The timid girl who hid behind oversized hoodies, scuffed sneakers, and messy ponytails was completely gone.The stylists Elijah had hired packed up their brushes and stepped out of the room, leaving me alone in the heavy silence.The floor-length, deep emerald green gown hugged every single curve of my five-foot-four frame like a second skin. The sleek, minimalist front dipped just low enough to highlight my collarbones, while the back was cut down to the base of my spine, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. My dark chestnut hair fell down my back in glossy, loose waves. Instead of my thick tortoiseshell glasses, I wore the sleek wire-frame designer pair Elijah had chosen for me, making my hazel eyes pop with subtle flecks of gold.I took a deep, shaky breath, my small c
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