Bethany stared at the figure that stood before the large mirror behind her closet door.
Speechless was definitely not the word she could use to explain how she felt, peering at the figure in the mirror.
Never in her boring life had she ever imagined looking so good. The fact that it was even possible, shocked the life out of her.
All she did was shower, throw on a thin lace g-string underwear, oil her skin with one of the numerous scented oils she definitely didn't choose because she thought he was going to like it, applied an extremely light layer of makeup, curled her hair, threw on her gown and shoes and boom, she was suddenly a damsel.
Definitely not one in distress. Or probably one distressed with a shocking level of self realization.
She let out a light chuckle of disbelief, shaking her head lightly as she took a few steps away from the mirror.
