do you like the dress? Is this the one?” I faced the mirror, twisting my hair into a bun and assessing my reflection. It was a beautiful dress. The silver vines and flowers on the black fabric made it look like something out of a dark fairytale. But in the mirror, another dress caught my eye. It was cast aside from the others, as if an afterthought. Discarded. Unwanted. My lips curved upward. I nodded my head to the shadowed corner where it lay tossed over a stack of boxes. A matching mask rested on the ground beside it. “That’s the one.” She followed my gaze, then looked back at me with a
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