I slip into the dress and everything else just falls away.
It’s soft white with layers of tulle that ripple like water every time I breathe. The bodice is structured, cinching my waist just enough to make me feel like royalty, and the neckline dips low with an added piece of black tulle peeking through like a whisper of rebellion, stretching lightly over my shoulders, giving it that extra witchy edge I crave.
Then, the shoes.
My wedding splurge. Christian Louboutin Spikaqueen pumps—glass-slipper level drama with an edge. The pointed toes are wrapped in crystal mesh, glittering with every breath of light. The ankle straps are delicate, almost invisible, but shimmer like stars when I move. The signature red soles peek out like a secret only I get to know, and the towering stiletto heels m
