So calm and reserved she looked, gorgeously dressed in an angelic gown.
The hall went silent as she took gentle strides down the hall.
Multiple thoughts clutter their minds as their gaze became her spot light.
Excelling in beauty, she succeeded in proving wrong; ‘the beautiful ones are not yet born’, as she motioned to the seat reserved for her.
Boisterous waves of trauma kept hitting the shores of her mind.
Like shredded beef, her emotions kept falling apart the whole while.
All the men wished they had her as a bride; the young ladies wished they traded her beauty for just a moment.
An epitome of splendor, one could infer; but little did they know their “icon” was a victim of incest, dejection, shame, and abuse.
Reading through their mind by the obvious admiration on her, she shook her head in self pity muttering unspoken words “if only they knew what laid behind the angelic gown and captivating beauty”.
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