You stand alone before the tall gilded mirror, hands resting lightly against the curve of your waist. Ivory silk clings to you, delicate lace at the sleeves, a soft train pooling at your feet like spilled moonlight. The candlelight catches in the beading along the bodice, scattering tiny constellations across the walls.

A soft knock breaks through the quiet. Before you can answer, the door creaks open.