I stood there for a long moment, completely stunned. The sheer artistry in front of me was overwhelming, each gown a masterpiece of texture, light, and form.
"They are all so gorgeous, Adam," I breathed, my voice barely louder than a whisper as I stepped closer, my fingers lightly brushing the edge of the midnight-blue skirt. I turned back to him, excitement finally eclipsing the heavy sadness from earlier. "Can I try them on?"
Adam grinned, crossing his arms with a look of pure, artistic pride. "I would be insulted if you didn't, my Queen. That is exactly what they are here for. Let's find your perfect match."
For the next hour, the studio turned into a whirlwind of shifting fabric, snapping buttons, and laced bodices. I stepped in and out of the gowns, walking up the short flight of w
