Elena’s POV
The old lady chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with a knowing light. “Don’t worry about the cost, dear,” she said, folding her arms across her chest. “These gowns have been waiting for the right pair to wear them. Consider them a gift.”
I blinked in disbelief. “A gift? But why?”
She smiled mysteriously, brushing a strand of her silvery hair behind her ear. “You’ll understand in time, my dear. For now, let’s just say you’re meant to have them.”
Beauty was practically vibrating with excitement as she rushed forward to examine the dresses more closely. One was a deep emerald green, shimmering like leaves kissed by morning dew, while the other was an elegant shade of midnight blue, adorned with tiny silver stars that seemed to glow under the dim light of the shop.
“These are
