The seamstress’s fingers trembled as she obeyed, carefully lifting the gown from the box. The fabric caught the light, shifting softly between tones of gray and lilac… muted, elusive, like twilight caught in cloth.Mira’s eyes sharpened, her curiosity sparked. “What shade is this?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged with authority.The seamstress lowered her gaze, forcing steadiness into her tone. “Gray lilac, Luna. The dye is rare… almost impossible to find. I had only enough to make this one gown.”Mira stepped closer, her presence commanding, the rustle of her silk robe was the only sound between them. Her fingers brushed over the gown’s surface, tracing the seams with slow, assessing precision.“So plain,” she murmured, though her tone held something deeper… intrigue, perhaps. “No embroidery, no jewels… yet it draws the eye.”Her touch lingered as she lifted the gown against herself, studying the way the color softened beneath her reflection in the mirror. The corners of her li
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