01: final stretch.

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˚. SHAWNA'S POV ˚.

My heart raced with a mix of excitement and dread as I faced my first dance. The fear of humiliation loomed large, threatening to consume me. But deep down, I knew I couldn't let fear hold me back. I wanted to go, to experience the joy of dancing. And if I stumbled, I believed I could fix any issue that arose. With determination in my eyes, I took a deep breath and stepped into the unknown, ready to embrace the adventure, flaws and all. Little did I know, this dance would mark the beginning of a transformative journey, both on the dance floor and within myself.

‧⠀⠀⨯⠀⠀⠀⠀ .⁺⠀⠀ ✦⠀⠀ * ‧⠀⠀⨯⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ .⁺⠀⠀ ✦⠀⠀ *

As I stepped through the grand entrance of the dance venue, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed me. Fear and excitement intertwined, creating a heady concoction that made my heart flutter. Every step I took seemed to echo in the spacious hall, drawing the attention of curious eyes.

My choice of attire, a dress of soft beige, exuded an understated elegance. Its minimalistic design spoke volumes, emphasizing the beauty of simplicity. The perfectly fitted corset hugged my body, accentuating my figure with grace and poise. Each delicate stitch seemed to whisper promises of confidence and self-assurance.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I glanced at my reflection in the polished glass nearby. The dress, a reflection of my own aspirations, embodied the fusion of femininity and strength. It was a symbol of the woman I was becoming, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead on the dance floor.

With a deep breath, I steadied myself, drawing strength from the delicate fabric against my skin. The dance awaited, and as I made my way further into the venue, I carried with me the essence of that dress—elegant, refined, and unyielding. It was a silent reminder that I had the power to conquer my fears, to dance with grace and confidence, and to leave an indelible mark on this exquisite evening.

As the music swelled in the background, I found a moment of solitude amidst the bustling dance floor. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and let my body surrender to a final stretch. The tension in my muscles melted away, replaced by a sense of readiness and anticipation.

— END —

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