Every eye in the grand hall turned as Laura and Lyle made their entrance. In that hushed moment, the assembled nobles seemed to hold their breath. I could almost taste the charged air—a blend of polished wood, delicate perfume, and a hint of candle wax melting into the night. Laura's arrival was like the unveiling of a secret light. Her presence radiated an almost palpable glow, causing whispers that flitted about like shadows in a garden at dusk.
Clad in an exquisitely puffed ball gown that cascaded in soft, billowing layers, she moved with otherworldly grace. The gown, embroidered with filaments of silver and gold, caught every stray beam of light.
Her long, golden hair tumbled in luminous waves around her shoulders, framing a face so innocent yet so vibrant that even the most cynical onlooker might dare to dream.
Along with subtle, sparkling accessories woven into her ensemble, she appeared as though she were a walking beacon of radiance—a living star among mere mortals.
