False Fates
Girls flitted in and out of frame, adjusting corsets, curling lashes, whispering chants to themselves like spells.
Aurora sat before the mirror, already dressed in her opening number—the black bodysuit Vanessa had chosen, hugging her curves like it had been stitched to her soul. Her gloves were laid out beside her, long and black with gold threading at the seams. Her lips were painted deep red, her eyes smoked to perfection. She looked… dangerous. Like a secret about to be told.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her earring.
The door swung open.
“Front row request,” Lisa called over the chatter. “Table thirteen.”
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