Chapter 184: Firefly, Why Are You Dressed To Kill?
Elyn's POV
When I turned in it, the fabric caught the light in waves.
It complemented my hair.
No—it amplified it.
The red of the dress deepened the vibrancy of my own strands, making them appear almost molten in comparison.
"It's dangerous," Rin had said approvingly.
"It's magnetic," Versha had murmured.
"It's unforgettable," Vaelory concluded.
By the time both outfits were finalized, my bones felt hollow with exhaustion.
Two days of fittings. Two days of scrutiny. Two days of posture adjustments and embroidery alterations and debates over sleeve lengths.
And then—
It was the day of the ball.
Which meant first—
The luncheon.
—
I stood in my chambers staring at the luncheon attire laid carefully across the bed.
My stomach twisted.
Seven dukedoms.
