RYLEE POV
The dress was nothing short of breathtaking. It was a marvel of simplicity and elegance, a perfect embodiment of grace. The fabric, soft and smooth, felt like a whisper against my skin. The straps were crafted from satin, and delicately tied into bows that added a subtle touch of sophistication. The bust was adorned with countless tiny stones, each one glinting like a myriad of fireflies caught in a moonlit dance.
Amanda’s voice broke through my reverie, “They’re diamonds. It’s simple, but not without grandeur. Each one was placed by hand.”
My eyes widened in disbelief. The thought of diamonds meticulously encrusted on a dress was staggering. The hem of the skirt featured the most delicate embroidery, almost invisible, with flowers that seemed to bloom from the fabric itself.
