The Sage Green Betrayal
Sometimes the biggest battles aren’t fought in wars they’re fought in front of a mirror. She stood there, wrapped in her trusty towel, glaring at the hanger like it had personally insulted her. The enemy? A sage green sleeveless dress.
“I hate this dress,” she muttered, as if the fabric could hear her. In her head, it was too plain, too leafy, too something. Still, curiosity (and maybe boredom) got the better of her. With a dramatic sigh, she dropped the towel, slipped into the dress, and turned to face her reflection.
That’s when the plot twist hit. The dress didn’t look bad at all. In fact, it looked… dangerously good. The color, which she swore made her resemble wilted spinach, somehow shimmered against her skin. The cut hugged her figure like it had been tailored just for her. She tilted her head, squinted, spun once.
“Ugh,” she groaned, because admitting defeat to a dress felt too humiliating. But she couldn’t deny it—the sage green traitor had won.
Within minutes, she was striking poses like she’d just walked out of a glossy magazine. Of course, she still muttered under her breath, “I hate this dress.” But the way she kept admiring herself in the mirror told a very different story.
Sometimes the clothes we claim to despise end up being the ones we secretly love the most.
