13: "my pretty firefly"

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I looked in mirror while applying the glows on my lips, the softness of brush against my lips with the cold glitter lipstick made me feel more lively

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I looked in mirror while applying the glows on my lips, the softness of brush against my lips with the cold glitter lipstick made me feel more lively. I press my lips before looking at myself.

There wasn't any ointment on my skin but faint make up.

I was pleased with how I was looking, first time maybe I wasn't sour and bitter about how I looked. There was faint blush on my cheeks which Lisa forced me to apply making my cheeks look more flushed.

You aren't looking like pathetic broken doll.

last time I applied makeup was when I was getting married and I felt like I was tearing myself apart by how I was looking just to be headed and it was today when I was going on date with person I barely knows.

But I knew enough that I was harmless from everything in world when he was beside me except him. I was careless, I want to be. Anyways it was worse that had happened, what more bad can occur than this.

I wanted to do what I desire, without holding back at least for moment. Setting myself free from the chains I put on myself and I will be so denial if I say I wasn't excited about the date. More like to stay around the person who was taking me on date.

In morning there was big box along with bouquet of white lilies I found on my doorstep with dramatic note of how I shouldn't throw these flowers.

I didn't.

There was beautiful vantage dress neatly wrapped in. The rich fabric of the cloth almost hit my nerve screaming what I was missing. With no doubt I knew it will look appealing on me. Afterall he was CEO of one of the top fashion brand in world.

My eyes roam on the dress which was perfectly hugging my curves like it was made only for me

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My eyes roam on the dress which was perfectly hugging my curves like it was made only for me. There was not even inch of loose fitting from any side. I would rather not try to know how he got to know perfect measure.

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