|Casmira's POV|
I take a slow, steady breath as Sophia adjusts the delicate, shimmering straps of my dress, her nimble fingers working with precision. The gown is unlike anything I've ever worn—flowing, ethereal, as if spun from moonlight itself. Layers of the palest champagne silk cascade to the floor, pooling around my feet, with intricate silver embroidery weaving through the bodice like vines climbing a marble statue. The neckline dips low enough to hint at skin without being scandalous, framed by sheer, gossamer sleeves adorned with tiny crystals that catch the light with every movement.
Sophia steps back, admiring her creation with an appreciative nod. "Perfect. You look like a goddess."
Emily hands me a flute of champagne, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Draven's going to drop de
