Draya's partner for the night was Hunter, and he couldn't deny how they look good together. Hair perched atop a wreath of flowers that matched her dress patterns, resembling a fairy of the night.
She wore an apricot gown made of soft, tulle fabric, and it was long and loose. The neckline that sprawled across her chest was loose enough to expose her slender shoulders. Arms covered with flowy sleeves and from her waist had a cinch of a white gold lace that separated her torso's fit linings from her skirt that found no slits.
More than anything, it was flared, giving several layers on top of it, yet not even a puff of wind could sweep through her outfit. From the stairs, going down, she appeared to hover with elegance.
To his frustration, he huffed out and grabbed another drink as he took a glance at the rest of the ladies in the hall. They had the same patterns and fabrics, which made Anasthasia flourish and were coveted by them.
