Sophia’s POV
I stood in front of Emily’s full length mirror longer than necessary.
The dress I chose was not loud. It did not beg to be photographed. It did not scream wealth or seduction.
It whispered.
It was a deep midnight blue silk gown that skimmed my body without clinging. The neckline curved gently, exposing just enough collarbone to feel intentional. The back dipped lower than the front, elegant and quiet, the kind of detail that reveals itself only when you turn away.
The fabric caught light like liquid ink.
I left my hair down, soft waves falling past my shoulders. Not over styled. Not rigid. Just… me. My makeup was warm and subtle. A thin line of liner. Soft brown shadows. Lips glossed in a muted rose that made them look naturally flushed.
No dramatic jewelry. Just small
