It all started with a giggle—light and quick, like bubbles from a glass of rosé—and suddenly, she was in it: the kind of dress that makes the stars blink twice.
Featherlight tufts shimmered with every step, like enchanted confetti from a garden party thrown by moonbeams and mischief. The softest blush hue, kissed by twilight, wrapped around her like a secret. Delicate spaghetti straps barely whispered over her shoulders, while a little button at the back held everything together gently.
And the hem? Oh, it danced. It frolicked. It practically had a personality of its own, especially when paired with a stolen moment on the dance floor or a laugh that escaped a little too loud under string lights.
“Is it magic?” someone asked.
She only smiled. “It’s All a-flutter” she whispered.