Valentina POV
There is something strangely intimate about watching a wedding dress being made.
Not wearing it. Not choosing it. Not even dreaming about it as a little girl.
But being present as it comes to life, watching the slow, careful transformation of fabric into something that will mark a turning point in your story.
It all starts with nothing more than bolts of fabric draped across a mannequin: silk, lace, pins, thread. Raw materials, scattered across the cutting table like scattered hopes.
The first impression is always underwhelming, just a ghost of what will be, fragile and unfinished.
But then, little by little, stitch by stitch, pin by pin, someone breathes life into it. Hands move with practiced confidence. Voices murmur about fit and flow, about tradition and taste.
