THE BALL
Arial left the balcony and ran upstairs to meet her.
When he reached the top step, he saw her.
How beautiful she was, illuminated by the moonlight, the light bouncing off her lace-trimmed red dress.
Her red dress is high quality fabric from Renasia with lace trim.
Her gowns were made of the most luxurious silk and materials; the colors are bold like the other noblewoman in the ballroom.
She has laces all sewn carefully and beautifully but most of all, her beauty complements the dress.
Arial approached her cautiously. "What are you doing here, Helia?"
"Waiting for you, Arial," she said, gesturing at her dress. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
She smiled.
"It is customary at balls, especially at lavish balls like this one, to praise your betrothed when she has spent time choosing her dress."
"You look… beautiful."
"Just beautiful, huh? I guess I should have expected it from you."
"I didn't mean…"