The mirror reflected an image alien to me. But it was me, dressed in a wine-red dress, with a slight neckline in front that highlighted my breasts, back out and rounded cut; she was wearing black stiletto heels, which she wasn't used to, no way. Looking good had its awkward side. The incredible look was complemented by my friend, making my fiery long hair an updo.

With red matte lips, eyeliner and mascara, I was ready to go. Rarely did this version of me come out of hiding, but this way seemed