Lyse stood before her full-length mirror, her reflection shimmering back at her. She had chosen a statement piece from her latest collection, a flowing, ethereal gown that whispered of elegance and sophistication. The fabric, a delicate blend of layers of silk and chiffon, cascaded around her like liquid moonlight, its intricate details catching the light with a subtle, mesmerizing sparkle. She felt a sense of quiet pride as she admired her creation, a testament to her talent and her passion.
A soft knock on the apartment door broke her reverie. She took a deep breath, a flutter of nervous anticipation in her stomach, and opened the door. Standing before her was Ken Stuart, his warm smile radiating genuine admiration. Beside him stood Bella, her eyes sparkling with approval.
"Lyse, you look… breathtaking," Ken said, his voice laced with awe. "Absolutely breathtaking."