Chapter 50: Wedding Bells

“How are your feet, dear?” Calista asked as her nimble fingers worked furiously to braid Illyra’s hair into braids intertwined with fresh vines and budding flowers.

“My feet are fine,” Illyra said, chuckling lightly.

She stuck her bare feet out from under the hem of her white, lacy dress and wiggled them back and forth.

“Not cold at all,” she said.

“Good. I think you’re making a fine choice. Here we go, take a look,” Calista said. She spun Illyra’s chair around to face a mirror.

Illyra gasped and touched her perfectly plaited hair. She stood up and twisted from side to side at the hips, looking at her dress.

White, and lacy, it had a fitted, corset top with laces down the back. The skirt was a silk sheath underneath with a fringed, lace covering that shifted loosely on top of the silk. There were a few fresh flowers woven into the lace eyelets, light pink, deep purple, and red.

“Oh, you look beautiful, my dear,” Calista said, resting her hands on Illyra’s shoulders.