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Demi's pov

I wanted to change my mind about attending the party but I couldn't because that would make Bopha feel bad.

I sat still, averting my gaze from the mirror and staring at my fingers as she brushed my hair, running the bristles down the strands with soft strokes.

I had picked a simple flowy gown out of the ones that lined my wardrobes. I didn't know how they got there but I was glad I had more clothes.

It had long sleeves and a high neck that covered my scars and flowed from the waist with fullness to cover how scrawny and imperfect I was.

I had let her apply lipstick for me and powder my face a bit.

I loved the look on it even though I felt weird because I was never exposed to such luxuries.

When I had taken my bath earlier, I had scrubbed and scrubbed till my skin was almost red and my healing wounds had peeled but I didn't care.

I just wanted not to stink .

I wanted Eros to look my way.

I needed to be wanted by him.

"All done." Bopha tapped my head and si