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The level of pride was obvious as it danced in his eyes just like the majority of those visible to us, but you could tell that this man, who certainly had to be a king, was extra happy about being present with us.
The light touch on my shoulder made me glance back to confirm Whitney’s presence—which was my cue to depart as the lights began to dim once more and center on Ruby, cloaking the audience with darkness yet again.
Squeezing my men’s hands to let them know I was slipping away, I effortlessly got out of my chair and swiftly followed Whitney as Ruby continued her speech.
“What better way to introduce change in our society than with the beauty of fashion? The world of artistry in the way of various fabrics. Designs from various individuals across the world and the cultures they represent. When we see a new fashion trend, it usually indicates a new era is coming. Change is inevitable, but with change comes growth, and with growth comes experience that influences one’s knowledge and the chance of survival. That’s what we all aim to achieve: to survive the hardships our life brings to us. It helps awaken what’s hidden within, and sometimes it endangers us as we enter the unknown. New places can lead one to be outcast for their differences, but perseverance can reward one with the right to dominate their destiny.”
I was backstage and immediately the center of changing chaos as people quickly worked to finalize what they thought would be my last look. It wasn’t until they quickly backed away and Whitney tugged me along to the black curtain that would lead me to the runway that she moved to face me.
“Arthur gave me the 411 so make it quick,” she encouraged with a wink. I simply smirked as I let my magic flow swiftly, knowing what would happen to my current dress that was practically being burnt to ashes.
"A new era is here, and the next pack of changing leaders will rise all thanks to a woman who wished to claim her rightful destiny,” Ruby declared. “The final piece of the night was designed by a new designer, Mr. Sephtis of Devil’s Clothing Boutique. Let us reveal the dress of carnage!”
A new era of changing leaders…
"Congratulations, Princess,” Whitney declared as she lightly squeezed my shoulders. “Show them the queen you’re destined to be.”
With her words, the black curtain began to part, reminding me of entering a room full of cheering bidders waiting for the cage match to begin.
My emotions faded away—my focus centered on the path forward as I began to strut down the runway with my glimmering red heels. I inhaled deeply, allowing my body to completely relax as my magic purred to the surface of my flesh—seeping into the silk material the longer I held my breath.
The tightness in my chest only encouraged my magic to further expand, spreading through my body until I could feel the tingling in my fingertips and toes.
Holding my breath was child’s play as I continued to walk down the long runway at a timed pace. It wouldn’t be long now. The pulsating force of magic begged to explode and be seen by the observers who watched in silence.
Classical music hummed through the air, and the harmonic strings rose on a crescendo toward the peak of the symphony.
When I reached the halfway point of the runway, the magic truly began; the following steps ignited magic circles beneath my feet with each step.
The aroma of sweetness hit the air, the first indicator that the real attire was blossoming to life.
Multiple gasps followed as the sight of red petals began to flutter past me while the dress expanded across my body, until I was sure every bit of it was now in crystal-clear view.
The aroma in the air was dense with sweetness, the floral scent igniting an emotion of sacredness as the true acknowledgment of what was integrated into my new dress began to settle into the crowd.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Blood roses?!”
“Impossible.
“How did she obtain so many?”
“Its suicidal effect isn’t working on us?”
“It’s like feeling death knocking on our door.”
“To be capable of flourishing such powerful flowers into a dress without triggering the negative effect is outstanding.”
“Phenomenal.”
“The only way to wear such rare flowers without being affected by its properties is with fae magic.”
“So the rumors are true. She has fae magic.”
“Meaning someone committed treason to try to kill her?”
“The desperation in hopes of obtaining power.”
