Joy slips into the gown Yu has labored over. The fabric whispers as it falls, catching the backstage lights in soft glimmers. The design is an elegant blend of warmth and romance, Paris in winter reimagined.
The bodice was a pearl-white satin, snug yet tender, embroidered delicately with pale silver thread in curling filigree, reminiscent of frost on a windowpane.
The skirt, a layered chiffon, flowing like drifting snow, translucent over a midnight-blue underskirt. Each step will reveal just a shimmer of deep, velvety color beneath the pale drifts, like moonlight reflecting on the Seine.
The accessories were a thin scarf of shimmering silk draped across Joy's shoulders, a nod to Parisian chic, its ends adorned with tiny crystal beads that catch light like falling snowflakes.
And of course, for the finishing touch, Yu pins a tiny enamel brooch shaped like the Eiffel Tower at her waist, a quiet, clever wink to the theme.
Joy twirls in the mirror, breathless.
