ELARA
I had no regrets about choosing this black dress for the event—at least, not until I tried to walk a little faster.
The fish-tail design hugged my legs so tightly that every step felt like a struggle. After a few awkward, mincing strides, I admitted defeat. I paused, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and sank down onto the cold marble steps. I slipped off my towering heels, sighing with relief as my feet touched the cool surface. It was better to walk barefoot than risk an embarrassing fall.
Determined not to face-plant in front of a crowd, I gathered the long trail of my dress, bunching the fabric in my hands. With the hem lifted just enough to move freely, I hurried towards the garden, following the directions given by the staff.
The garden was tucked away from
