I had never felt that much eyes on me, was it because of I'm new to the public or the dress. I looked down to check myself if there's a mistake.
My gown was fashioned from deep blue silk, it's surface embellished with gold embroidery that seemed to dance in the light. It was a fitted corset bodice, clinched with delicate lacing while voluminous floor length skirt cascaded around me like a waterfall. Layers of fine tulle peaksd from beneath. Adding depth to the already ground silhouette.
Never have I ever worn something this regal. My sleeves, puffed and adorned with tiny pearls gave way to slender arms enriched with elbow length satin gloves.
A girl tapped me "Lady Alora"
I turned to see a familiar blonde "Miss Janette"
We curtisied
"How do you do" I asked
"I'm good how's your engagement"
"Oh dear, I'm not engaged well not yet"
Janette looked like she'd been distracted by something
"Lady Alora, look it's the crown prince of Italy" she pointed
I followed the direction of her fingers.
He had lusty onyx eyes seducing everything that comes his was buh they were partially hidden underneath his long black messy hair. He jawline brought out all his ensuring facial features. His black tuxedo made him look more mysterious than ever. One weird observation was the midnight rose placed in his shirt pocket
"You said the crown prince of Italy?"