Prologue

Reagan Wooden. 37, long chestnut hair, grey eyes, curvy; perfect in Norman's eyes. She was pretty, smart, adorable; everything he wanted in a Little.

Reagan Wooden. Too old to think about relationships, long boring brown hair, grey lifeless eyes, fat; imperfection in her own eyes. Damaged, broken, hurt, abandoned; everything she didn't want to be.

Why did Norman want her?

(I am dedicating this story to InSearchOfFlames) :D