I finally settled with a light blue gown with a diamond-plaited skirt that shimmered faintly under the lantern light. It was lighter than I usually wore, airy almost, the kind of gown that belonged to someone sure of her place. The bodice hugged my waist perfectly, the neckline sweeping just above my collarbone, leaving my shoulders bare. Against it, my pale hair, loose and unbraided looked almost silver.
Maris clasped her hands together, a bright grin breaking over her face. “You look ethereal,” she said, circling me as if inspecting her own handiwork. “The kind of beauty even the goddess herself would envy.”
I tried to laugh, though nerves fluttered beneath my ribs. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” she said, her tone light, teasing. “Just wait till the moonlight hits you. Everyone
