Angel's POV
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me.
The dress I'd chosen was a deep forest green - rich and elegant, made from material so soft it felt like water against my skin. The neckline was modest but flattering, showing just enough to hint at the curves beneath without being scandalous. The waist cinched perfectly, emphasizing the hourglass shape I'd always been taught to hide, and the skirt flowed down in gentle folds that moved beautifully when I turned.
For the first time in my life, I looked...
Beautiful.
Not despite my body. Not in spite of my size.
Just... beautiful.
The dress fit like it had been made specifically for me, hugging my curves in all the right places, making me look soft and feminine and…
I couldn't quite believe it was real.
I touched my reflection, half-expecting it to disappear like a dream.
