Unspoken Boundaries

Vivienne’s POV

The mirror in front of me reflected a version of myself that I really wished I felt like. Scarlet fabric clung to my frame, bold and striking, the kind of dress that demanded attention. I smoothed my hands down the sides of it, pretending to study the cut, when in truth my thoughts were miles away from the boutique. Behind me, Nell tilted her head, one hand propped on her hip as she