Chloe’s pov
Jill spun the dress form around with both hands, and the fabric caught the window light like it was lit from somewhere inside the weave. The whole room smelled faintly of the lavender sachets Alma kept tucked into every closet.
"Tell me this isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen." She grinned at me, waiting for a reaction I didn't have to fake. Deep blue silk, embroidered with silver thread that traced the shape of a crescent moon across the bodice, the whole thing so far beyond anything I'd ever owned that I almost didn't want to touch it.
"Alma had it made for you." She ran a hand along the sleeve, excited about the gown than I was. "The second she heard about the Welcome Ball, she pulled three seamstresses off their other work. Nobody in this pack gets a dress m
