"Is this… really me?”
When Eva finally stood in front of the full-length mirror, barely recognising herself, she cried. Her palms touched her face, hair, and jewelry, before finally brushing down her gown.
Like pieces to a whole, everything fitted perfectly.
Her gown flowed down in a luminous white, layered in fine tulle that drifted like mist around her frame. The structured bodice curved into a soft sweetheart neckline, sculpted to perfection and dusted with diamond-like stones that shimmered like scattered stars against the fabric. There was also a delicate cluster of crystals that cinched her waist before the skirt spilled outward in airy volume.
When she moved, a subtle slit revealed controlled glimpses of her leg, with sheer sleeves that floated weightlessly down her arms. At h
