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~Elara's POV
Darlon guided me to the fitting area, his hand resting lightly on my lower back, his presence comforting and grounding. As I stepped into the gown, the fabric hugging me in all the right places, I felt a mix of pride and nervousness. This wasn't just a dress; it was a symbol of everything I had worked for, of all the late nights, the endless designs, and the hope that tomorrow would show the world what we had built.
"You look amazing," Darlon whispered, his hand brushing my arm lightly. "Absolutely stunning. They won't even know what hit them."
I laughed softly, though my heart fluttered. "I hope so," I said, adjusting the gown slightly. "I just… I want it to be perfect."
"It will be," he said firmly. "Because it has you in it. And nothing is more perfect than that."
