Elena stood still as a flurry of hands moved around her…one lacing up the back of her gown, another pinning her hair into soft waves, and a third brushing a subtle shimmer across her cheeks. The room buzzed with quiet urgency, the young stylist working quickly under the head stylist's sharp eye.
She was dressed in a bright blue gown that clung to her slender frame like liquid silk, the bodice embroidered with tiny silver stones that shimmered under the lights. The off-shoulder sleeves framed her collarbones delicately, while the full skirt flowed like a waterfall of twilight. Her hair was packed up in a neat bun, silver rings and delicate pins woven through the strands like stardust. Her make-up was minimal, enough to enhance her natural beauty. She looked ethereal, like an angel who had fallen from the sky.
