Arrival of the Sister

Somewhere in St. Petersburg, there's one person that anyone couldn't ignore as they go about their daily work. Her presence was awe-inspiring as the made men turn heads and let out a sigh of admiration. 

The white ruffle neck Victorian blouse paired with a black crushed velvet choker with a charm that delicately lay amid the folding fabric. The tulip-style skirt with a lavender and pastel pink side panel and an even lighter mesh ruffle at the bottom. All forms fit flattering her feminine figure. It was topped off with a white and dark purple beret slightly slanted and pinned in her white luscious hair that trailed down behind her as if it were being held by gravity itself. She was an unspoken goddess though not literally but her rank is as exalted as that. A Queen.