Marron took her time, every layer of luxury she took away and hung up feeling like she was stripping away something of herself. The jewelry going in a box, her heart rate spiking, the dress sliding on a mannequin, making her skin crawl and itch with tension. The shies putting her back in the dust. And struping the make up off dimming her true shine. Her chest tightened as she looked at herself, her eyes stinging, reddening, her hands gripping the water basin, nearly smashing it inti the wall if her impulse had its way.....but she dig her fingers inti her palms as she stepped back, her hands forcing themselves tinstop shaking. She dressed herself slowly in her dark clothing, her leather coat , her boots, steeling herself again in her numbing rage.