With a hum to my lips, I walked back to the box Prince Zidane had kept for me. It was a plain white box, and I gently opened the lid, then set it aside. The dress was covered with a simple white transparent paper, and I moved it away, eager to see the dress.
Inside it was a midnight blue dress, carefully folded. I could see the beautiful sweetheart neckline and the stones that decorated the top part of the dress.
'Beautiful,' I thought, my fingers gently passing through the fabric. It was covered with a satin, but I could see the darker silk beneath, one that helped achieve the colour.
I slowly brought it out, then opened it. It dropped straight to my feet and would leave a small train behind. I could see it was made to fit, and I smiled, then dropped it again.
Going around, I found
