AMELIA

The fabric clung to my skin as if it had been custom-tailored for my exact measurements. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the main living room, I stared at my reflection in near dis-belief. The structured golden satin, the encrusted champagne crystals across the bodice, the low-cut back, were all perfection.

Rey leaned against the doorframe of the foyer, watching me with an intensity that made my pulse jump. A slow, faint smirk touched his lips.

"A perfect dress for a Princess," he said softly, his voice echoing in the quiet room.

"It fits... perfectly," I whispered, turning around to catch another angle. "How did you even...