Violet’s POV
I checked the dress yet again and sighed. It didn't look good enough for this date. I didn't even like it. I loved red, but this dress wasn't good enough.
I wore it anyway, to check out what it looked like. It was an old gown, one I had gotten years ago. I must have lost weight from the stress of the cell and the malnourished meals I ate every day because looking at myself in the mirror now, I hated what I saw.
The red dress was so loose, it was like I was thrown into a large sack. The vibrant colour was supposed to make me feel confident and bold, but instead, it made me feel like a ripened tomato. The fabric was not just good enough. The neckline was too low and it revealed too much of my collar bone. The sleeves were too puffy — everything was wrong with the dress!
I lo
