Slipping through the crowd, rope bag over my shoulder, I grinned. Surrounded by sharp suits & ballgowns I felt powerful in my stripped back state. Leggings & leotard. Perfect.
There's a place for formal. The jute was all I needed to say: "I'm serious."
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