I walk back and forth in my room anxiously. Already dressed and prepared, yet I felt anxious. I have not taken the time to dress up or care about my appearance in ages, so I was worried that I might look terrible. Of course, the girls and I occasionally go out, but regardless of how hard Adri, Cassandra, and Ava attempt to persuade me to get dressed up. I liked a basic top and jeans.

However, today I wore a red dress with long sleeves. It enveloped my figure, concealing my imperfections while still exuding allure. My makeup was applied, and for the first time since I was freed, my...