Evening,
hotel in the country and a family-owned business-I had just finished enduring tw
n the rows of pink dresses lined nea
er of my life I'd disliked deeply-a time when everything I wore,
should be traced t
ents had been too preoccupied with their respective careers to raise
they had the time to care, the twins had sadly grown u
the image of perfect children, but the emotiona
ecame a regret that weighe
they were determined t
they
, and the best of everything from birth. I lacked noth
like a doll i
Pampered.
life was perfectly arranged-the color of my room, the clothes I wore, the
pink stemmed from the fact that it had b
en the first car they ever gifted me. A car I never got to drive
arried, but even then, I never asked or understood what the color meant to the
t represente
only color that seemed to exist in my universe. I woke up
minder of the unhappy memories I'd kept locked away-I
s furrowed tightly. "Take thes
made the stylist te
with a faintly worried expression. "Bu
ith a frosty look
lls, but in this room, I'm your emp
ed, each team member l
new exa
they'd probably grown accustomed to my quiet and well-behaved demeanor. Like a p
time speaking out, and also goi
kly masking her surprise, then lowered
. I didn't have
ly caught sight of something. Swiveling, I walked
nk gowns, was what had drawn my atte
id firmly, my fingers runn
this was likely her mistake-accidentally slipping in a different color. But she soon rec
k instead of pink? That was between us mother and d
ed, appropriately. "It'
h compliments. How elegant it was, how well it match
ere any of them wer
g as I liked the dress, t
ook the gown and disappea
of everyone in the room visibly lit up a
o
show it. Instead, I walked up to the full-le
g my slender frame in all the right places.
een in th
e first real smile since I arrived a
bet
ding of a notification
ng I knew who
orrect. It was indeed a message from
age, the smile at the co
h the remaining pictures and a file,
asure worki
came just
with our services. Let's wo
ur
t, I wen
as I began thinking about how b
s etched into everyone's mem

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