Love Is An Experiment
Once I was fully dressed, Jasmine began to adjust my hair, she turned me to face the mirror, and I couldn't help but gasp at my reflection.
My hands roamed my curves, tilting my head slightly to check out the dress from every angle.
"Beautiful," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jasmine grinned. "I know, right?"
She reached into her bag and pulled out a mask, its ropes and intricate design sparkling in the light. "For the final touch," she said, handing it to me.
I took the mask, feeling the softness of the ropes and the weight of the beading. It was exquisite. I tied the ropes behind my head, feeling the mask settle into place. And then I looked in the mirror. Wow.
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