Chapter 44
Chapter forty-four
Everly
My breath catches at the sight of my reflection in the mirrors.
The dress Zaria created for my coronation is nothing short of breathtaking—a masterpiece woven from dreams and stardust. The gown is a soft, shimmering white with delicate green accents that trace through the fabric like vines.
Layers of silk and chiffon fall gracefully around me, the flowing skirt adorned with scattered diamonds and jewels that catch the light, each one sparkling like stars.
Every movement sends a cascade of glimmering light around me, making the gown feel alive, like a piece of magic brought to life.
The bodice is an intricate work of art, embroidered with green vines that trail gracefully over my torso, curling around my shoulders and creating a soft, delicate look.
From my shoulders drapes a sheer, gossamer fabric that flows all the way to the floor, its surface dusted with glitter, casting a soft, ethereal glow.