Chapter 297: The man at the door

"There," Aileen said, standing back, "you look beautiful."

There was a glimmer of something lost in her eyes, but the happiness reflected in her smile was genuine. Elize turned to look at her reflection in the life-sized mirror. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw her image. It was the most delicate yet grand wedding gown that she had seen. It could give the dresses of the faery kingdom a good competition without any effort. 

Her torso was barely concealed by the floral designs of the white lace that made up the top half of the gown. Her skin peeked through where the flowers and leaves parted. The deep neck of the dress widened at the shoulders and her chest, only to close towards her naval. The skirt of the dress, by contrast, was poofed up ever so slightly to augment her curves with layers and layers of lace and silk.