Stunning
stunning
Stunning. She had wanted to look stunning, merely for one night. Had that really been too much to ask for? Apparently so.
beautiful
It wasn't as if anyone could call her vain. She wasn't. Most of the time she didn't care how she looked. Most of the time she didn't bother with makeup and dresses, trying to look beautiful. It had only been one night.
pretty
She had loved the feel of the sparkling blue dress around her waist. Gone was her bushy hair, replaced by a sleek bun. She had twirled and laughed for a few minutes, just because she felt like it. And she deserved to have that feeling more often, just like any girl. She deserved to feel pretty.
gorgeous
Elegantly stepping, descending down the stairs arm in arm with her date. She felt people's eyes on her, felt all of the girls staring at her with envy. It just made her feel all the more gorgeous. She smiled at everyone, immersed in herself as she had never been before.
lovely
The dancing had made her feel lightheaded and lighthearted. It was uncanny how lithe she had become, how quickly her feet moved, how gracefully she spun. She didn't think that she had ever laughed more than that evening.
striking
He was the one who had ruined everything. He was the one who had brought her whole evening cascading down. He had blamed her, made fun of her, accused her. He hadn't thought she looked striking. And she couldn't figure out why.
stunning
Afterward she had gone to the bathroom, crying. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection - her puffy eyes, her red face, her disheveled hair. She had wanted to be stunning, but it almost seemed pointless now. Pointless, when you were…
unwanted