I wasn’t shaking. And that kind of surprised me.
In fact, I looked calm, too calm, as I sat in front of the mirror with a cotton pad pressed gently to my cheek, wiping off the blush that had smudged slightly during the dancing.
My dress, now loose at the back where I’d unzipped it halfway, slid from one shoulder. The bathroom smelled like jasmine, burned tea lights, and the faintest hint of my vanilla body lotion.
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