I know it… that I have sinned against him.
- Vinnandra'a Musings in Saegra's Empty Diary, Gifted To Her By Lord Albridge.
Belina's protest was swallowed whole when Vinn was fully clad in the white dress.
The white dress, a flowing, floor-length gown made of lightweight, silky fabric that draped elegantly on Vinn's slender figure was a true masterpiece. The dress had a fitted, fishtail silhouette, that accentuated her curves, and a subtle train that flowed behind her like a river of moonlight. The neckline was delicate and rounded, framing her heart-shaped face, while the sleeves were long and flowing, with tiny slits at the wrists, adding a touch of whimsy and sin.
The dress was further adorned with intricate, swirling patterns of silver embroidery, resembling the tendrils of a vine, or perhaps was it the wisps of a cloud. The embroidery caught the candlelight in the room, shimmering like stardust.
"Mi…Miss." Belina stuttered. Vinn knew well what it is that she saw.
