Putting on a dress with an injured shoulder was far more difficult than taking it off. Circe came to this realization as she stood before the mirror, struggling for what felt like the hundredth time to fasten the laces of her gown.
She had intentionally chosen one of her simpler dresses, one she assumed would be kinder to her wounded shoulder, but the pain and limited range of motion made even the simplest task irritatingly complicated. Every tug of the laces sparked a sharp ache that crept down her arm. Each failed attempt only stoked her frustration.
"It shouldn't be this hard," she muttered under her breath, letting out a groan as the lace slipped from her fingers yet again.
