The mirror reflected an image alien to me. But it was me, dressed in a wine-red dress, with a slight neckline in front that highlighted my breasts, back out and rounded cut; she was wearing black stiletto heels, which she wasn't used to, no way. Looking good had its awkward side. The incredible look was complemented by my friend, making my fiery long hair an updo.

With red matte lips, eyeliner and mascara, I was ready to go. Rarely did this version of me come out of hiding, but this way seemed like the first time I wasn't hiding in a shell.

A whistle coming from those feminine lips made me flutter my eyes. Kelly, on the edge of my bed, kept looking at me like I was a Picasso painting.

"Don't stay there, go on, go break hearts" he pointed out with giggles.

I shook my head, looking like teenage Kelly, definitely not going on a hunt. Rather, I should be the one to avoid being devoured at all costs in that circle of old millionaires.

“Although I like the result, I don't feel like the owne