The winner's suite was accessed by a private glass elevator that rose through the villa's highest tower. Wish stepped in alone, her fingers smoothing down the fabric of her dress for the fifth time.
Nervous. She was actually nervous.
The dress had been waiting in her room with a simple note: For the victor. Wear it tonight.
And what a dress it was.
The outer layer was sheer floral netting in deep coral-rose—the kind of color that seemed to glow from within, warm and vibrant against her skin.
Delicate embroidered flowers scattered across the translucent fabric, each petal catching light with her slightest movement. Beneath the sheer overlay, a short inner lining of matching coral-rose ended daringly at mid-thigh, leaving her legs bare.
The sleeves were replaced entirely by cascading chains of tiny pearls draped from her shoulders down to her wrists—waterfalls of luminescent beads that swayed and caught light like captured moonbeams with every gesture.
