The doors to the ballroom looked oh, so grand. Much larger than before, were they not?
Or was it just a trick of the mind?
The last time she'd encountered them was on the spring equinox night. That night was quite full of… Agitation, and that was the tamest way to describe it.
On that night, Arabella had bolted through those doors without a second thought, but right then and there, time was hers to admire those neatly carved patterns on that so, pristine wood.
Did those patterns always look like that?
The oddest questions busied her mind as she stood on those pearl white lace wedding shoes.
Their design was simple which mattered very little since the hem of her dress touched the floor around her, producing a halo that followed the shape of the metal hoop beneath the fabric.
As the gown wasn't part of her body, the fairies made sure to avoid her skin while sprinkling fairy dust only on its outer layer in order to give it the same shine as her hair.
