Olivia’s POV

I stood in front of the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The tight red dress clung to my curves, stopping mid-thigh and accentuating every line of my body in a way that felt both bold and unfamiliar.

Ellen had insisted on this outfit, pairing it with towering high heels and bold makeup that transformed my face. She’d even straightened my naturally wavy hair, leaving it sleek and glossy.

“Wow,” I murmured, turning slightly to take in the full ...