Tessa ReneeSome girls dress to impress. I dress to intimidate. That night, I wasn’t just walking into the party I was walking straight into his nightmares. Red lipstick, the dress he once said was “too much,” and heels sharp enough to cut glass.
The room shifted when I walked in. He froze. His girlfriend side-eyed him. His friends whispered. Meanwhile, I was just there for the free drinks and the thrill of watching his face go pale. The beauty of it? I didn’t even have to say a word. My existence was the speech.
Final Thought: Sometimes your presence is the revenge.
Disclaimer: Fashion is powerful. Use it wisely. Or recklessly, I’m not your mom.
Tessa Renee
