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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 a dress meant to show off your shoulders and back. There's no reason to hide them under your hair," Paula said as she continued to gently pull my hair. Moments later, she finished and moved on to my face. With a few strokes of her brush, she had put my face into a somewhat acceptable fashion with minimal makeup.

Around my neck, she placed a simple necklace, along with matching earrings, a ring