Hadrian pulls a clothes hanger out of the wardrobe. Over it is draped he most exquisite dress I have ever seen.
It’s a long-sleeved, pale champagne gold sequin evening gown with a simple sweetheart neckline. The magnificent dress flares slightly at the bottom where it sweeps the floor; the effect is like shimmering molten metal, bewitchingly beautiful in an almost hypnotic way. Further down the skirt, the gold sequins fade to silver, creating a rippling ombre effect. A multitude of sequins overlap like the scales of a fish, or the chainmail armour of a fantasy warrior goddess, sparkling and dazzling in the overhead lights.
"My mom's never worn this," Hadrian says, looking at the dress with admiration. "She bought it at an auction and only realised half way through bidding that it's three
