“This is it.”
Leila brushed the wrinkles of her flowing dark red gown, which Sen designed according to her style, character, and modern fashion which he got from her memories.
It was an off-shoulder red rose gorgeous gown of lace, organza, tulle, applique, beading, satin, and pongee that was fashioned far exceeded her wildest expectations. He personally created something that seems to possess a majestic bearing of its own.
There were real crystals and rubies sewed on the bodice, skirt, and train. It was a sensual gown that flattered her bearing and curves, like a real Amaryllis Red Pearl flower given form.
Since Leila insisted her accessories to be simple, Sen curled her hair into a romantic, slightly messy up do and pinned on place by sparkl
