Smirking, I tapped the like button on the post before turning my attention back to my purchase.
Seven dresses in total, each one chosen purely for myself.
I wasn’t buying them out of spite. No, this was something else.
A realization.
So what if it was wasteful? So what if I couldn’t take them with me?
For once, I would stop thinking about what was practical and simply enjoy the moment.
Once I returned to my original world, frugality would be a necessity again.
But for now, before I leave, why not indulge one last time?
With several shopping bags in hand, I made my way to a restaurant I had longed to visit.
The meal was exquisite, yet a strange restlessness lingered within me as if indulgence alone wasn’t enough.
On a whim, I stepped into a renowned salon nearby. By the time I walked out, my once jet-black hair had transformed into voluminous brown waves, soft and effortlessly elegant. From a distance, I looked like a completely different woman, modern, confident, unshackled.
I had always despised my straight black hair, yet I had kept it for years because that was how Hugo liked it.
Not anymore.
For the first time in forever, I felt like myself again.