Wedding dress fitting

After the rigorous training session with the knights and the lingering moments spent in Ava's company, Lilith sought the solace of her bedroom. With a sigh, she slipped into the plush embrace of her bed, clutching a cushion to her chest as if it were a shield against the onslaught of her thoughts. The memory of Ava's flirtations played on a loop in her mind, the lingering sensations and the unspoken promises mingling in her thoughts.

"How can I resist Ava if she continues to distract me like that?" Lilith murmured to herself, her voice a mixture of exasperation and yearning. The room seemed to hold a whisper of the enchanting atmosphere that had surrounded them, and Lilith couldn't shake the lingering sense of desire that had been ignited.

Turning onto her side, Lilith nestled her head onto the pillow, closing her eyes in an attempt to quell the whirlwind of emotions that had taken hold. Sleep began to claim her, the boundaries between reality and dreams becoming blurred.

"Princess, it's time to wake up," a voice intruded upon her slumber, pulling her away from the depths of her dreamscape.

Yawning and stretching, Lilith's gaze fell upon the daylight filtering through her window. She realized she must have overslept, the morning sun having already risen high in the sky.

"Breakfast," Lilith muttered, her thoughts a jumble as she tried to piece together the events that had led to her current state of disorientation. The maid's reminder of the missed dinner last night only added to her confusion.

As the maid left her room, Lilith paced around her bed, a growing sense of urgency pushing her to make sense of the time she had lost. She pieced together the fragments of her memory, piecing together the realization that she had slept through a significant portion of the previous day.

"I didn't think I'd sleep that long, and today we have to try on wedding outfits," Lilith thought, her mind racing to prioritize the tasks ahead.

Determined to make the most of the day, Lilith headed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower and a quick dental routine. The water cascaded over her, washing away the remnants of sleep and renewing her energy. Once dressed, she felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to tackle the day's challenges.

"I'll start with breakfast and sort the rest out afterward," Lilith decided, her mind focused on the immediate tasks ahead. She left her room with a renewed resolve, making her way to the dining room.

As she entered the dining room, her eyes scanned the space, seeking her father's presence. However, it was Ava who met her gaze, her attention focused on a delectable strawberry tart. Lilith's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, a swirl of emotions rising within her.

"Good morning, Ava," Lilith greeted, her voice holding a mixture of warmth and anticipation. She took her seat, aware of the sudden hollowness in the room, her father's absence a reminder of the responsibilities that lay ahead.

"Your father left a while ago without waiting for you," Ava informed her matter-of-factly, her focus momentarily shifting from the tart to Lilith.

Lilith's brows furrowed in mild annoyance, yet she couldn't suppress a hint of amusement at her father's impatience. "Of course he did," she muttered under her breath, her lips curving into a rueful smile.

Ava's evident enjoyment of the strawberry tart didn't go unnoticed. Lilith couldn't help but comment, her curiosity piqued. "You seem to really love strawberries."

Ava's smile was a gentle response, her canines peeking out as if in agreement. "Yes, they're my favorite fruit. But enough about that," she added, shifting the conversation. "You better finish your breakfast quickly; we have to try on our wedding outfits."

With a sense of purpose, Lilith hurried through her breakfast, fueled by the urgency of the day ahead. The waiting carriage outside the palace signaled the next chapter in their journey fittings for their impending wedding. As she and Ava settled into the plush interior of the carriage, the air was filled with an unexpected tension an unspoken anticipation that lingered between them.

As the carriage began its journey, the atmosphere inside was one of newfound camaraderie. Ava's presence, once a source of rivalry, had transformed into something altogether different a connection that beckoned for understanding. The ride seemed to stretch infinitely, offering them a chance to discuss everything and nothing at the same time.

"So," Ava began, a playful grin on her lips, "besides sword fighting and falling asleep at odd hours, what other hidden talents do you possess?"

Lilith laughed, her guard momentarily lowered. "Well, I can play the piano and solve intricate puzzles faster than anyone I know."

Ava's curiosity danced in her eyes. "Piano, huh? I'd love to hear you play someday."

The conversation flowed easily between them, topics ranging from childhood memories to their favorite books. As the conversation meandered, Ava leaned in, her eyes holding a glimmer of sincerity. "I think it's time we reveal our ages. I'm 25."

Lilith's eyes widened in surprise. "You're older than I thought." A playful smile tugged at her lips. "I'm 23, by the way."

The shop they arrived at was a breathtaking establishment a treasure trove of elegance and opulence. The moment they stepped inside, the air was filled with the scent of fine fabrics and the rustle of anticipation. The shop itself seemed to mirror the connection between Lilith and Ava a harmonious blend of sophistication and intrigue.

Their fittings were a delicate dance of choice and exploration. As Ava sifted through a myriad of options, her fingers brushed against luxurious fabrics with a discerning touch. She admired the intricate patterns and elegant designs that adorned the suits and ties.

Eventually, her choice was made: a black and red suit and tie that exuded both power and charisma. The suit was tailored to fit her slender frame, accentuating her curves and highlighting her confidence. The tie was a bold contrast to the black, adding a touch of flair and personality. She looked like a boss, ready to take on the world.

Lilith, on the other hand, navigated the sea of dresses with a mix of fascination and uncertainty. She had never worn a dress before, let alone a wedding dress. She felt overwhelmed by the sheer variety of colors, styles, and fabrics that filled the racks. She tried on several dresses, but none of them felt right. They were either too frilly, too plain, or too uncomfortable.

She wanted something that would make her feel beautiful and comfortable in her own skin. The mauve wedding dress she eventually selected was a testament to her individuality: a perfect reflection of her spirit and grace. The dress was a soft shade of purple, with delicate lace details and a flowing skirt.

It hugged her body in all the right places, creating a stunning silhouette. It also had a detachable train, which gave her the option of changing her look for the reception. She looked like a fairy tale princess, ready to marry her true love.

As the fittings commenced, Ava's playful flirtations escalated. With each coy remark and teasing glance, Lilith found herself blushing in response. "You're truly incorrigible," Lilith murmured, her words a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

Ava's laughter was like a siren's song, a melodic reminder of the bond they were weaving. "Can you blame me? You look absolutely breathtaking in that dress."

Lilith's blush deepened, but her eyes sparkled with a mixture of vulnerability and delight. The fittings became a tapestry of emotions, threads of flirtation and connection weaving together to create something more.

Once the shopping was done, and they were back in the carriage returning to the palace, an unspoken understanding lingered between them. While their hands were not intertwined, their shared experience had solidified something unspoken.

The air was charged with the promise of something deeper, a connection that had transcended rivalry and grown into something altogether more profound.