Lyra
Today was the Festival of Songs….. the day I had been waiting for with bated breath. I wanted so desperately to experience it for the first time. Ever since Elin had told me about it, I had kept looking forward to the celebration until it became a fragile new hope blooming in my chest.
Elin dressed me in a stunning, white Victorian-inspired gown, a true masterpiece of lace, ruffles, and pearl embellishments. The off-the-shoulder neckline and sleeves were exquisitely detailed, complementing the corset-like bodice with its central bow and draped pearls. The voluminous skirt cascaded down in luxurious layers, showcasing intricate lacework and delicate beading that exuded an aura of romantic grandeur.
Then, she styled my hair. She pulled the top layer into two low side ponytails, tyin
