The dresses she was shown were beyond her own imagination, some were elegant, some were revealing and some were just weird. Blake was yet again captivated by clothes. This has begun to become a trend she thought sarcastically. The women, whose name Blake had found out to be Glynda, murmured a mix of patterns and colours and numbers to herself as she went through the bundles of dresses, she looked as if she was in her element. Blake followed Glynda like a lost puppy as they went through the forest of Blake's dreams. Glynda suddenly halted in front of a stand. Blake tried to peer around her in confusion.
"Yes, this is the one, yes yes.. Perfection... you shall be queen! Haha" Glynda exclaimed, unusually loudly.
Yes it is perfect Blake thought. It had a satin red shine layered with black vintage lace, on the arms thin strips of red hung like a waterfall, the bodice was sparsely decorated with shining silver pearls that were attached to a black quilt-like pattern that flowed perfectly down to the edges of the princess skirt. She would be queen of the ball indeed. But woah look at that price!
This is the dress I was trying to describe :)
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