~NadiaThe room felt different, not just because of the number of people moving around me, or the soft rustling of fabric, or even the quiet clinking of jewelry being arranged carefully on the table beside the mirror.It was because of me. Because of who I was now.I sat still as one of the maids adjusted the fall of the fabric over my shoulder, her fingers gentle but precise, like she was afraid to get it wrong. Another knelt slightly to lock the buckles of my shoe where it wrapped around my ankles, making sure every silver stone was perfectly placed, and it held onto my feet just right.“Careful,” one of them murmured softly. “The stitching is delicate.”“I know,” the other replied, her tone just as hushed. “It was made for her.”For me.My fingers tightened slightly against my lap. For a moment, I just… breathed slowly. Quietly. Because even now, it still felt unreal.The fabric against my skin was soft…far softer than anything I had ever worn before. It clung to my skin in layers,
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