Her hair fell below her waist, ripped free of its ties and weighed down by the warm, lashing rain.
The sky-blue dress, so carefully chosen for this night and tried on so many times in her bedroom, was ruined. One strap was torn from her shoulder and dangled down her back. Mud splattered the hem. Sweet Cantaloupe lipstick, a lovely coral that heightened the green in her eyes, was smeared like a bruise on one cheek.
She ran.