ZAIYREE
I smoothed down the material of the dress Amara gave me to wear. It was a simple maroon color, and when I twisted back and forth, the bottom of the dress swished with it. I ran my hands over my torso again, admiring how my torso filled the dress. It was still a little too loose, but I had gained some weight in the past couple of weeks, and I didn’t hate my body as much as I used to.
In fact, I was starting to appreciate my looks. Now that my eyes weren’t sunken in and fewer bones were showing, I thought I almost looked pretty.
When I left my room, I found Amara beaming at me the moment her eyes fell upon me. “That looks even better than I had expected, and it’s practical for a lot of dancing. Just one last touch.” She smeared lipstick onto my lips that matched the color of my dr
