TESSA
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but here I was.
I didn’t pack any of my dresses, and it had been a while since I’d even bothered to think about dressing up for something formal.
However, the moment I decided and revealed that I was going to Fenra to attend a wedding this weekend, Edith lit up like she’d been waiting her whole life for me to say those words. She pulled out a dress from nowhere, dusting it off dramatically as though she’d been keeping it sealed away for some fated moment.
“It’s perfect for you,” she’d said, holding it up with maternal pride.
The dress did, in fact, coincide perfectly with the wedding theme: rose gold, soft golds, and silvers. It was a soft, champagne gold that clung to my frame in all the right places, hugging my hips, outlining my waist, a
