Every December, I choose one dress.
Red.
The one in which I feel not just a woman, but a force of nature.

This dress isn't about revealing.
Not about showing off.
It's about inner strength, that feminine courage that men guess at first glance but can only truly understand up close.

When I wear it, I stop thinking about rules.
I allow myself to be bright, desirable, to look straight into your eyes and not hide what I want.
This is my little challenge to fate—and to the men who will be by my side that night.

I love the feeling of someone's gaze lingering on me longer than is customary.
The tension in the air, as if we were playing a game where no one says a word, but both understand everything.

And you know what?
I want to celebrate the New Year with someone who isn't intimidated by my energy.
Someone who can withstand my fire, but who will light up alongside me too.

If you see me in red tonight, take a step.
I'm not wearing this dress by accident.