Author’s POV
The gown whispered as Nora moved — soft navy fabric gliding over the floor like a sigh. She’d spent the last hour curling her hair into loose waves, a few strands escaping to frame her face. The faint scent of jasmine clung to her wrists, mixing with the subtle sweetness of her perfume.
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