Neveah stood before a mirror, watching her reflection in silence. The dress she had on was a deep red shade, it was accentuated with silver beads that were sewn into the fabric.
Neveah had grown accustomed to wearing this color as it represented Menarx's claim and the blend of silver albeit little in quantity gave the dress a stunning sheen and complimented its base colour.
The dress was simple but intricately designed, Neveah had not been present to make a choice of dress for herself and she was not certain who had given these instructions to the dressmaker but it was perfectly to her taste.
Simple but exquisite, it sat easily on Neveah's figure, though that did not come as a surprise to Neveah since the dressmaker already had her measurements.
Neveah breathed a sigh, it was already time for her to make an appearance.
