Rory
“This is beautiful” I whispered as I ran my hand over the shimmering fabric. We were in one of the boutiques here in the pack lands shopping district. The dress had been made and was sitting on a mannequin. It was a floor length purple gown made of a soft satin and had shimmering crystals sewn into the fabric. It had sheer fabric for sleeves that would cover the whole length of my arm and the top of the dress fell in a cowl shape. The shade of purple reminded me of the midnight sky with slight parts of the sunset still showing. It was as if this dress had been plucked right from my mind.
I saw the seamstress standing off to the side biting her nails and shifting from foot to foot, nervous and waiting for my reaction. I went over to her and clasped my hands on her arms gently and smi
