In a dress that had become more and more familiar to her over the past months, Margaret gave a soft twirl in front of the mirror. The fabric fluttered gently with her graceful movements.
"Oh, my… My daughter, you look absolutely gorgeous!"
Margaret beamed at her mother's compliment. "Hehe~"
She walked over, letting her mother adjust the ribbon tied around her waist.
"Do you like it?" her mother asked, stepping back to admire her handiwork.
"I love it," Margaret replied, her voice soft.
"I knew lavender would suit you. You're your father's daughter, after all."
Margaret chuckled at that. "Are you saying Father looks good in dresses too?"
The two of them laughed, and for a moment, nothing else in the world mattered.
It was the kind of shared bond between mother and daughter that Margaret had longed for her entire life.
That being said, tonight was a monumental event.
