Novel & Cerita Mirror Embroidery

And what do you want, Miss Sterling? "It’s Mrs Vane.” I corrected him looking straight into his eyes. “And I want something attention grabbing, perhaps a dress that causes envy?.” Beside me, I heard Clara let out a small, annoyed huff. "Thea, don't be dramatic. Just pick a nice blue gown and be done with it." I ignored her and looked around the room. My eyes landed on a small frame on the wall. It was a sample of Gold-Thread Filigree, a very old, very difficult style of embroidery that used real gold wire.

Selene's POV Mira put her hand over her mouth when she saw the dress. She did it the way Mira did most things — immediately, without softening it, her whole face doing the thing before she could decide not to let it. "Lirien," she said. "Don't." "I'm not crying." "You're about to." "I'm not—" She pressed her hand harder over her mouth. She breathed through her nose for three counts. She lowered her hand. "The silver thread on the hem is the Ashvale crest. That's how the Ashvale crest worked into the border."

Jessica said. Emberlynn saw the embroideries; it was exactly the design she had worn yesterday, and even today, she saw the sophisticated silver embroidery that adorned the bodice of her dress. It was even more beautiful seeing them doing it in front of her. The embroidery depicted delicate vines and crescent moons that shimmered in the light. On her sleeves, as well, were threads that caught the eyes like stardust, and at the hem was silver trim that added a touch of subtle sparkle.

Melody's eyebrows twitched, but she remained silent, gently caressing the embroidery and feeling its delicate texture. There was no mistake—this was the artwork she had her eyes on in the past. Noticing her complicated expression, Andrew turned to her and asked, "What's wrong?" Melody shared, "This embroidery is a traditional silk embroidery, crafted using ancient techniques. It requires half a year of meticulous work to complete. Currently, it's valued in the seven-figure range." "What?" Levian took the embroidery and inspected it thoroughly. "Is this thing worth seven figures?" he inquired.

Simeon nodded with a hearty laugh “Now go get busy.” Martin ran off to finish all his commitments. Simeon’s mood became much lighter as the weight in his mind eased, he too had a place he could go… he didn’t have to become a vagabond… Mira spent all day in space working through the embroidery. She continued with Anne-Marie’s design which was almost completed; all that was left was the bodice; She decided to keep it simple with scattered butterflies that were embroidered with metallic thread and embellished with pearls. The neck was boat shaped embroidered with tulips forming the boat.

A brooch shaped like an iris adorned his lapel, lending him an air of refinement. Coincidentally, the brooch detail harmoniously matched Candice's attire. After learning the party was at Morningdale Resort, Candice had chosen a cream gown that reinterpreted traditional styles with elegance for the occasion. The gown was embroidered with tiny flowers in complementary colors, giving it the appearance of sophistication and grace. At first glance, the floral embroidery resembled irises. Yana had advised this, pointing out that iris elements were trending this year. Alex's attention briefly lingered on her dress, then he arched an eyebrow. The expression in his dark eyes was unfathomable when he

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

Luna Mira’s POV My room glowed with golden light as the sun sank beyond the horizon, washing my bedroom in shades of amber and blood-red. I stood before the tall mirror, brushing my fingers over the embroidered collar of my ceremonial gown—midnight blue velvet threaded with silver crescent moons.

she smiled widely. I stood before the mirror, letting my fingers smooth over the silk hugging my skin. The emerald fabric shimmered with every breath I took, rich and bold like my eyes, like a challenge sewn into thread. Gold embroidery traced itself along my sleeves and chest, curling into ancient symbols of dominance and lineage. It wasn’t delicate. It was deliberate.

Or they break and drown the travelers with them. Kaelira touched the nearest glass. It warmed under her palm, then turned to water. A heart beat behind it—silver-blue, the size of a fist, the shape of the moon’s broken core. Threads ran from it into darkness, gold and gray and black; some pulsed steady, some sputtered, some had snapped and curled like burned hair. One thread glowed bright: gold braided with silver. When she followed it with her eyes, it led out of the mirror, through her own chest, into—