The ballroom doors opened, and Chloe appeared at the top of the grand staircase.
The microfiber optics lit the silk from within. Crushed diamonds covered the bodice, and the skirt spilled down several steps behind her. The finished dress was even better than the one in my head.
The workroom had followed the stolen image perfectly. The optics disappeared into the weave, and the diamonds did not interrupt the line of the bodice. Only the shoulder straps looked ordinary.
For several seconds, the room stayed quiet. Then applause broke out and the cameras began firing.
Chloe paused where the light was strongest and let the skirt settle. She had learned how to present a dress, even if she had never learned how to build one.
Beside me, Mia forgot to be angry. "That may be the most beautiful
