81_Bedroom mirror

Eloise

The first time I noticed the curve, I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror, holding two hangers, one with a structured white blouse, the other with a navy silk top I hadn’t worn in months. I wore only a bralette and yoga pants, half-dressed, deciding what to wear for a virtual fitting with the Paris team. The morning light poured through my floor-to-ceiling window, spilling across the hardwood and gilding the room in gold.

The silk top had always skimmed ...