He gives me a quizzical glance before taking my hand and pulling me into the bathroom. Hooked on the wall, a beautiful white dress hangs. This dress was much more elegant than the one I wore in White Hills; this is fit for something far more important. The gown is full length and has a small train that falls behind it. The dress itself is fitted, but falls loosely after the waist. It was low cut, with small half-moons stitched into the fabric with a shiney silver thread.
I reached out to touch the soft satin material, my hands running over almost invisible diamonds swen into the fabric, and when I turned the dress it shined brightly.
"It's-it's beautiful." I turn to Danyal in a stupor. "What's it for?"
His hands reach up and tuck a curl behind my head, his fingers lingering by my mark.
