The Invisible Woman wore a Red Dress

The invisible woman wore a red dress. Unseen. Unremarkable. Dazzling red. Worn like a secret, a threat to suppress. A code to decipher. A natural mess. Was she somebody's damsel? A princess on fire? Or fierce like a dragon unfed with desire? Beautiful creature, you need to confess! We will see, or unsee you, but not a thing less. Be you quiet and meek, a forgettable muse? Or an angel-faced demon, with nothing to lose? The invisible woman wore a red dress like a second skin, like a private dance - like the long lost look of a second chance. Unseen. Unremarkable. Dazzling red.