Raelynn felt like she was moving through a dream, her footsteps barely audible as she made her way down the grand staircase. The staircase itself was breathtaking, curving gracefully downward with golden railings that gleamed like they were kissed by sunlight. She let her fingers trace the cold surface of the railing, her touch lingering like she was savoring it.
She glanced down at herself, noticing the gown she was wearing. It was breathtaking—made of a silvery fabric that shimmered like moonlight with every step she took. The gown trailed along the ground, its top decorated with delicate embroidery of stars and flowers. Her hair was styled in soft waves, pinned back with something that sparkled, though she couldn't see what it was.
