Isabella

After another shower, being careful not to wet my hair, Paula was currently twisting my hair into yet another updo.

On the bed lay a long green dress that I had glimpsed a couple of times but hadn't dared to touch in the closet.

Beside it was yet another pair of dark red heels, similar to the ones I wore that morning but a bit lower and with more embellishments. The dress was made of silk, sand was sleeveless, and backless.

 I felt as though I would be extremely exposed, especially since she was styling my hair upwards instead of letting it flow around my shoulders and waist.

"It's...