ELLA'S POV
“We're done with your session Miss Ella Anderson.” Marilyn announced.
My breath ratcheted up a notch, my hands slowly curled into a fist. Marilyn had spent the past hour fixing everything about me. And now, this is the part where I get to see my new look.
A gasp bled out of my lips as I blinked rapidly at the reflection before me. I edged closer, looked over my shoulders before I looked back at the reflection in front of me. For a split second, I had no words to describe the sight before me.
Marilyn walked up beside me, her face stretched with a grin of satisfaction. “Are you pleased with your look?” Her voice was calm.
I waited for a second before I nodded. My dress was a dream, bright red floor length dress, stoned with brilliant precious stones that glistened under the
