Scarlet
The dress was a dream.
Midnight blue, deep and rich, flowed around me in soft waves of satin that shimmered under the bedroom lights. The bodice hugged my figure, the sweetheart neckline highlighting my collarbones, and the delicate off-the-shoulder sleeves draped over my arms like something out of an old fairytale. The gown cinched at my waist before cascading down in layers, elegant but with a hint of drama—the perfect balance between soft and powerful.
Astrid had practically squealed when she saw me in it.
“I knew you’d look breathtaking,” she declared, stepping back to admire her work. “Seriously, Ronan is going to lose his damn mind.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide the small, pleased smile playing on my lips.
“Please,” I muttered, adjusting the thin silver bracele
