Viko-Dlak

I look in the mirror and see my own reflection starring back. My eyes my own, but not. They were brighter, gleaming, and glowing like a neon light lit up in a dark room. Like a sunflower that was blooming over and over again. My long dark hair flowed messily over my ivory skin, blending with the charcoal lace dress that hung on my shoulders. My nails crisp red, matching the pop of lipstick placed on my lips. I run my hands down my torso brushing the silk lace from any wrinkles away. Taking one more deep breath and letting it back out in a sigh. My nerves were definitely there. They always peaked when making an entrance in front of the whole pack. My brain was all clustered with chaotic thoughts, but that all went away when a soothing hand was placed on the small of my back.