Chapter 72 Aria

• On the luxurious quilt lies a magnificent ball gown, a deep shade of blue that seems to capture the very essence of the ocean at dusk.
• It’s a long dress, with a skirt that elegantly hugs the body before cascading lightly and fluidly, nearly touching the floor. The bodice is delicately adorned with small, shimmering accents, subtle yet dazzling, spreading from the left side and trailing down to the waist like a constellation on a starry night. The neckline is delicate and modest, yet carries a hint of subtle sensuality. The straps are designed to rest gently on the sides of my arms, leaving my shoulders slightly exposed in a way that suggests discreet, captivating femininity. I imagine how this gown will fit my body, embracing every curve, making me feel like a true princess from an enchanted tale.
• Beside the dress, I notice a white satin shoebox, and resting atop it, an envelope. My heart skips a beat as I recognize Alexander's refined cursive handwriting. Each line of his careful script feels as though he’s here, speaking directly to me. With slightly trembling hands, I open the envelope and pull out the card, catching the faint, lingering scent of him. I read the words slowly, savoring each one: