The moment I picked up the dress, I knew Carmen had outdone herself.
It wasn't just any dress—it was a masterpiece.
The fabric was soft beneath my fingertips, like liquid silk, shimmering faintly under the warm lights of the restaurant. It was a deep, elegant shade of emerald green, the kind of green that reminded me of forests after the rain—rich, vibrant, and alive.
The bodice was structured but delicate, with intricate embroidery of gold threading tracing elegant, swirling patterns like vines wrapping around the fabric.
Tiny beads caught the light, making it look like the dress had been dusted with golden stars.
The neckline dipped just enough to be enticing without being too revealing, and the sleeves were sheer, falling gracefully to my wrists, embroidered with the same golden details.
