ELYRA.
The moment I stepped inside the hall, I realized my earlier guess had been completely right.
This wasn’t just some normal event. It was the kind of place where everything screamed elegance.
Soft golden lights hung from the high ceiling, glowing like tiny suns. The floor beneath my feet shone so brightly I could almost see my reflection in it. Tall round tables were spread across the room, covered in white silk cloth and decorated with fresh flowers that smelled faintly sweet.
And then, the people.
Everyone looked like they had stepped out of a fashion magazine. Men wore sharp suits in dark colors—black, navy, charcoal gray.. The women looked just as stunning in long flowing gowns, some sparkling with tiny crystals, others simple but elegant.
I looked down at myself.
My dress
