Grace stared at her reflection, hardly recognizing herself. The silver dress shimmered as she moved, catching the light in a way that made the subtle gold, blue, and pink accents dance across the fabric.
"I can't believe this is happening," she muttered.
Less than a month ago, she'd been harvesting turnips and worrying about the price of grain. Now she was dressed like some kind of princess, about to attend the most exclusive party in heaven.
[This is ridiculous. I'm still just a farmer.]
Someone knocked on her door. Before she could answer, Alia burst in with Zephyr close behind.
"OH MY GOSH!" Alia squealed, bouncing up and down. "You look AMAZING!"
"The twins outdid themselves," Zephyr agreed, circling Grace with an approving nod.
Grace tugged awkwardly at the bodice.
"It feels weird. I've never worn anything this fancy."
"Well, get used to it," Alia said, fluffing Grace's wings. "Tonight, you're the star of the show!"
