I stare at my reflection in the mirror in awe, not recognizing the girl in front of me. She has straight blond hair that stops directly above her shoulders. Her lips are a bright red and plump, like a ripe fruit. Her cheeks have a temporary blush, and her makeup is done to perfection. The only thing recognizable was the deep blue eyes.
She has a short body con dress that stops mid-thigh and is black in color, the sleeves made in tiny straps with the neckline an inviting V that shows too much cleavage. Silver pearl earrings are dangling from her ear and a gold choker necklace around her neck.
She looks nothing less to a hooker that is seen in dark streets at night, making money at an ungodly hour. But she was the perfect disguise I needed to get out of here, and she came to life all than
