Chapter 50 A Royal Wedding

• *Max*
• “The gown is made of moonlight,” Annabel whispers when she lifts it from the velvet-lined chest, and I believe her.
• It was my mother Aurora’s wedding gown, and the fabric gleams silver and pearl in the morning sun, sheer as breath, yet heavy with enchantment. Diamond-laced embroidery shimmers across the bodice like frost on glass, and the hem is edged in sapphire thread that looks as though it was spun from the stars themselves.