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Sofia’s gaze lingered on the stranger’s wrist—a delicate butterfly tattoo fluttering mid-flight, its wings shimmering under the mall lights. Envy prickled her skin; she craved that same boldness, a mark that felt *hers*. The tattoo artist grinned, flipping through a catalog: butterflies, stars, blooming peonies, hearts, a fox curled like a secret. Her finger hovered—then tapped the fox, its sly eyes mirroring her sudden mischief. Next, summer’s siren call pulled her to a boutique bursting with citrus hues and linen breezes. She piled her arms with cropped tank tops, a gauzy skirt painted like a sunset, and sandals strapped with golden chains. In the fitting room, she twisted to glimpse the fresh ink peeking beneath her tank—a flicker of wildness beneath the cotton. The mirror grinned back: a girl remade, sun-kissed and thorn-edged, ready to carve the season into something unforgettable.
