Chapter Sixteen

Once the meticulous application of her makeup was complete, Olivia was gently guided back to the main floor of the boutique, where the three selected dresses awaited her. Each dress, a masterpiece in its own right, hung from the silver rack with an air of tantalizing elegance.

The first dress that caught Olivia's eye was a concoction of brilliant blues, reminiscent of the midnight sky. Crafted from cascades of ethereal silk chiffon, it boasted a structured bodice encrusted with an array of sapphire and aquamarine crystals, their facets catching the soft light and reflecting back hues of azure and indigo. The skirt of the gown spilled out like a waterfall, the delicate layers of fabric rippling with a mystique that was as mesmerizing as the deep sea. When she ran her fingers over the fabric, it felt as smooth and cool as water slipping through her fingers.

Next was a silver dress that exuded an otherworldly grace. The bodice was a dense tapestry of intricate silver lace, its threads in