#Chapter 141 Roses and Results

Mira I stood in the small bathroom in my room, staring at myself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful, I had to admit, and somehow fit me exactly right. I supposed it wasn’t hard to figure out my sizing, but it still seemed miraculous to see how the silky fabric hugged every line and curve of my body. I couldn’t help but run my fingers up and down the dress, enjoying the soft touch of silk on my skin. It felt nice to be touched, and I tried to imagine they were Dominic’s hands sliding over my body. Closing my eyes, I drew up the image of him that I was trying so hard to keep fresh. A goofy, giddy smile on his lips, pure love in his eyes. Would I ever see that expression on his face again? I didn’t realize that I was crying until I felt the tears drip into my mouth. I splashed cold water on my face and patted it dry, trying to alleviate the puffiness in my face. Tempting as it was to just stay in my room and skip this dinner, I took a few deep and mindful breaths then