The moment Lilith arrived, it was as if the atmosphere shifted.
She stepped out of the black car, her heels clicking softly against the marble pavement.
She was dressed in a simple yet striking dark-colored gown—one that hugged her form gracefully and flowed like shadow and silk. The fabric shone ever so slightly under the event lights, catching glimmers of gold and silver like moonlight dancing on a river.
Her makeup was minimal, but that was what made it all the more enchanting. A light touch of glitter dusted over her eyelids, catching every blink with a sparkle.
Her lips were painted a soft, muted shade of rose, and her skin looked smooth and glowing like porcelain touched by twilight. Her long hair was left open, cascading down her back in gentle waves, giving her an effortless elegance that drew eyes without her trying.
