Outside of the ballroom, Lina stood beside Devon, the cool evening breeze whispering through the manicured gardens, carrying hints of jasmine and distant cigar smoke.
She was a vision in a gown that screamed audacity, a statement piece of sapphire silk that shifted colors like a peacock's feather under the lights, hugging her curves with a daring asymmetry, one shoulder bare, the fabric cascading into a high-low hem that revealed strappy silver heels and a thigh-high slit that teased with every step. Delicate crystal beading traced swirling patterns across the bodice, catching the light like captured stars, making her look like a goddess descended from the night sky.
It was the kind of dress that turned heads not just for its beauty, but for its bold declaration.
I'm here to be seen.
