Halted by the music coming from inside, she paused in front of the glass double-doors, a stranger staring back at her.
Her reflection held a vague familiarity, despite the veil provided by a conservative floral-print dress. She smoothed her hair into a ponytail and held it at the nape of her neck with her right hand. She couldn’t help but think a wide-brimmed hat would make her look like a southern belle at the Kentucky Derby.
Stupid girl. People like you don’t belong there…or here. The uninvited reminder crept into her head. Reality had a way of slapping harder than any john. She released her hair and looked down at her feet, at her new sandals with a modest one-inch heel. She raised her gaze to her worst enemy.
Her eyes lingered on the heart-shaped neckline of the dress. Though she admired the way the fabric protected her breasts from hungry stares, she frowned in disgust at her D-cups – the last curse God gave her before abandoning her to Seth. That man owned her and every scar she wore, inside and out. She shivered. If he knew she was here…
“I’m dressed for the life I want, not the one I’ve got.”
She pulled the door handle and stepped inside before her reflection could convince her otherwise. The music coaxed her through another set of double-doors.
Sitting in the back pew, hope pumped through her veins for the first time in four years. In that moment, she believed she could escape. A clean start seemed within her grasp.
This week’s word is: clean (adjective): a ) free from moral corruption or sinister connections of any kind <a candidate with a clean record>; b) free from offensive treatment of sexual subjects and from the use of obscenity <a clean joke>; c) observing the rules : fair <a clean fight>