Shared Scars

The ornate standing mirror reflected the warm vanity bulbs, capturing Vivienne in a state of absolute hesitation.

She smoothed her palms down the form-fitting crimson fabric. The knee-length cut hugged her slender frame with an audacity she hadn't dared to embrace since long before her disastrous marriage. She was staring at a ghost—the vibrant, magnetic woman she used to be before Dominic Presco