The color of the gown was an exquisite shade of midnight blue, reminiscent of the starry night sky.
It accentuated my complexion, making my skin glow with what Elsa called “otherworldly luminosity.”
Completing the ensemble, delicate straps adorned my shoulders, their intricate beading resembling constellations.
Feeling that my mission tonight—to showcase Elsa’s latest design—was done, I found myself seeking solace at the bar.
I ordered a cocktail to calm my troubled thoughts while Elsa mingled with the crowd, gracefully handing out name cards and collecting orders for dresses and gowns.
Author’s POV
Someone in the crowd, recognizing Zarelle’s familiar yet stunning face, stealthily snapped a photo and sent it to his friend without her knowledge.
Calden opened the mess
