She looked at him contemplatively – wondering how he would respond. Then still looking at him in a somewhat cowed position she removed the scarf to reveal the scars.
He stared but not with the look of disgust that she had anticipated that would lead him to look away and find an excuse to walk away. Rather there was a look of amazement and awe on his face.
As he continued to stare she gradually began to sit tall as she realised that it was time to wear her scars as marks of conquest and beauty. Time to take her place and shine.
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