(Lyra's POV)
I stood before the full-length mirror, my breath catching as I took in the sight of my wedding dress. It was, without a doubt, the most exquisite garment I had ever laid eyes on. The bodice hugged my curves perfectly, adorned with intricate lace patterns that seemed to shimmer with every movement. Thousands of tiny diamonds were meticulously sewn into the fabric, creating constellations that sparkled in the soft light of the dressing room.
The skirt flowed out from my waist in cascading layers of the finest silk, each tier edged with more of those twinkling diamonds. As I turned slowly, the gems caught the light, sending prisms dancing across the walls. The train stretched out behind me, easily ten feet long and just as lavishly decorated as the rest of the gown.
