I stand before the long mirror, and for a moment, I don't recognize myself.
The figure staring back at me is draped in white silk that flows like water against my skin—soft, luminous in the dim light of the room.
The fabric falls effortlessly over my shoulders, drawing in at the waist, shaping me into something almost… unfamiliar.
It's expensive.
Not in the loud, ostentatious way of wealth on display, but in the quiet precision of something crafted with care.
Every seam. Every stitch. Every delicate pleat— speaks of time.
Of patience. Of hands that understood beauty… and knew exactly how to create it.
I want to be beautiful tonight. Perfect. I want his eyes to linger on me… and never want to look away.
I want these two days to become something we can keep.
Beautiful memories. For both of us. Something to hold onto… when there's nothing left to hold.
My vision blurs, heat stinging behind my eyes. Tears gather too quickly.
