Shhhrr.
The royal fashion designer slid Ariana's gloves upward as she carefully stitched bead-like embellishments to match the gown. Ariana stared at the completely different figure in the large mirror—someone transformed. She stared, wide-eyed, unable to believe it was her reflection. It was as if she had become someone entirely new.
Her golden-blonde hair was woven back into an elegant royal braid, with a few coiled strands softly framing her face. Gold hairpins shimmered, elevating the entire style. Her makeup was light, accentuating her almond-shaped eyes, delicate features, and rosy pink lips.
The dress was unlike traditional royal wedding attire—it resembled a ball gown, radiant in design. Rare, baritone-gold lines extended from the short sleeves down to her gloved hands. The gloves, which stopped at her elbows, were what the designer had been stitching, weaving elegance into every thread.
