As soon as we agreed on getting a tailor-made dress, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The tailors, who had been busy fussing over various ready-made gowns, quickly pivoted to focus on the task at hand creating something entirely unique.
Seraphine, with her innate sense of style and attention to detail, took charge, guiding the process with an air of authority that was both impressive and a little intimidating.
"We need to start with the color," she said, her tone firm but excited. She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with ideas. "What do you think, Riley? Do you have a preference?"
I thought about it for a moment, trying to imagine myself in different shades. The green dress had been beautiful, but this was a chance to create something truly our own. "I've always liked deep, rich colors," I said slowly. "Something that stands out but still feels elegant."
