I stood in front of the mirror, beholding myself wearing the gown that Lady Varemont sent me. It was for mere formalities that she'd written Erilyn's name on the card, as she knew fully well of my real identity.
It was as if the gown was solely tailored for me to wear, every inch of it sitting right into my edges and curves, comfortable enough that I could have been wearing clothes as light as air. The entire fabric had a sheen of midnight blue, speckled with dusts glistening like scales underneath the chandelier. As I moved, the gown seemed to shift in color, blue to black, black to blue—it depended on which part of it caught the light.
