As Yvan undoubtedly believed, Caleana looked more magnificent than a queen in the dress that she wore. The fabric was somewhat thick, but that accentuated the color of it against her pale skin, creating a matted but almost pastel contrast of the two colors. It had sleeved that fitted around her slender arms and hugged her waist not too tightly before flaring out on her inner hips like a ballet gown, flowing all the way down to the floor. A lace belt was tied around her waist and some flowers were sown on the lower part of the dress in a spiral pattern around it. It was simply too beautiful for Yvan to not stare at her.
“Now then, shall we get going?” Viola asked, but before they could go, Mother had something to say.
“The wedding wouldn’t be completed without the rings,” she said, and wh
