The dress trailed like a wedding dress, cascaded down like a waterfall, and where she stood, it was like the world was a glistening diamond and she was the spark of it.
Shirayuki was beautiful tonight in a unique way. Her dress had almost a sweetheart neckline, soft and curved, careful to not drop down too low, careful to remain modest.
And she wore pink so beautifully. Her skin appeared a tannish peach, shining and sparkling underneath the candlelight flicker of the room. And she was so beautiful as if to capture the awe of the whole room.
This is where Zen will make his proposal official and public. This is where he is caught with nerves as if with a cold. His throat feels tight and closed, his hands are sweaty, and he is half sure he's about to stutter so bad that even the room will not hear him or be able to discern what he has to say.
It's the nerves of his proposal all over again, repeated, like he can never get a break from them. But he knows now that Shirayuki has said yes, just he has to present to a room of nobles the future princess of Clarines, who may judge her or him, who may support or challenge them. And somehow he has to do this with Izana's watching eye on him.
Yep, this will be hard. But when he steps forward, and Shirayuki's hand lands in his, he steadies himself with renewed confidence.