Not one shade of blue.
Thousands.
Midnight.
Cerulean.
Cobalt.
Silver.
Deep ocean hues that shifted every time the light touched them.
It looked less like fabric and more like someone had somehow sewn together fragments of the night sky itself.
“This is beautiful,” I whispered.
Emotion clogged my throat instantly.
No one had ever given me something like this before.
I mean yes, I received gifts.
But that was because of obligation and holidays.
No one did something like this just because they wanted to.
Not for me.
My chest ached painfully.
Sten.
It had to be him.
Knowing that warmed me from the inside out.
I hurriedly stepped into the dress.
And nearly cried.
The fabric adjusted instantly against my body, reshaping itself slowly over my curves like living magic.
The waist softened.
The bodice lifted.
The neckline transformed elegantly into an off-shoulder sweetheart shape that somehow made my breasts look incredible without feeling exposed.
I stared at myself in the mirror speechless.
For once I didn’t immediately look for flaws.
Didn’t tug fabric trying to hide my stomach.
Didn’t wish myself thinner.
The dress moved like moonlight around my body.
