Alex
It didn't take long before Theadora finally got ready. This time, she wore a black wig with soft bangs that framed her face perfectly, the long strands at the back gathered into two low buns on both sides of her head, making her look childlike and deceptively sweet.
Her hazel contact lenses caught the light just right, softening her gaze with a warm, almost angelic glow that didn't quite match the playful mischief lurking behind it. The ivory sundress she wore clung gently to her waist before flaring out into a short, flowy skirt that brushed her thighs with every step. Scattered with tiny pastel flowers, it looked innocent enough at first glance—but paired with the length and the way it moved when she walked, it was anything but that.
Her makeup wasn't as bold as earlier but it was just enough to catch people's attention. She truly looked like something out of a storybook…that is if that storybook had a hidden dark chapter waiting to be read.
