I hissed in uncomfort. The dress was very beautiful but it was uncomfortable on the arms where the lace was along with the heavy embroidery that was now digging into my skin and making it itch.
Yet, standing in front of the huge mirror, I could not help but admire it continuously since I had come into the room.
Blood red in colour, it shimmered under the morning light of the Sun. It had me compare the dress to the current situation that I was facing with different people.
Blood red was something common with them and they elongated teeth, fangs as they were called, shimmered too. They shined whenever a corner of their lips were lifted.
I shook my head, effectively shaking myself out of those thoughts. How could I have gone from admiring the dress to comparing it with the fangs?