Luna Wicken
As I stepped inside, the scent of fresh flowers and lavender enveloped me, blocking out the world's chaotic noise.
Pearl guided me to the centre, where my dress awaited, suspended like a work of art. The gown was stunning, every intricate detail a testament to the love and care poured into its creation. Layers of delicate lace cascaded to the floor, the fabric whispering of elegance and strength. Soft ivory threads woven with hints of gold shimmered under the light, capturing the soft radiance of the sun. The bodice was structured yet gentle, designed to hug every curve like a second skin. It was a regal, commanding presence, yet conspicuously made for softness and grace.
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