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Natalie couldn't resist. Taking off her light pajamas, she carefully put on the dress, feeling it fit her body, gently touching her skin. The fabric enveloped her like morning fog – not hiding, but emphasizing her naturalness. In the mirror, she saw herself – soft, alive, slightly mysterious. For a moment, Natalie imagined that outside the window was not a summer garden, but the park of an old estate, that around the bend in the alley, that very man was about to appear – not a fictional hero, but a real one, the one who would see her exactly as she was now. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought.
Natalie couldn't resist. Taking off her light pajamas, she carefully put on the dress, feeling it fit her body, gently touching her skin. The fabric enveloped her like morning fog – not hiding, but emphasizing her naturalness. In the mirror, she saw herself – soft, alive, slightly mysterious. For a moment, Natalie imagined that outside the window was not a summer garden, but the park of an old estate, that around the bend in the alley, that very man was about to appear – not a fictional hero, but a real one, the one who would see her exactly as she was now. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought.
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