Grace.
Her hands smoothed over the slight curve of her hips. She wore a rather uncomfortable black corset with even more uncomfortable black stilettos. The wardrobe supervisor told her that it gave her a certain poise. It gave her a certain grace.
Disgust.
As she looked in the mirror all she saw was something horrid. Her hair was hardly ever in the right place. She flicked a curl over to the side to hang down loosely by her ear. Her body? The other girls in the back had much more to brag about.
Something.
She was searching beyond the mirror.