"Hm~ Hm~"
A soft, melodious hum echoed throughout the pristine room—airy and elegant, like the first note of a winter lullaby.
The voice belonged to a woman of breathtaking beauty.
Liyana, with her snow-white hair cascading in loose waves down her back, stood in front of a tall antique mirror framed with gold and vines of frosted ivy.
Her ruby-red eyes sparkled like gemstones beneath the morning light spilling through the frost-touched windowpanes.
A gentle, wide smile curved her lips as she lifted and twirled one dress after another in front of her, examining the reflections with thoughtful delight.
Winter had arrived earlier than expected this year.
The world beyond the window was already blanketed in white, the trees crystalized with shimmering frost.
Normally, Liyana would choose a dress both refined and a little daring—soft silks, deep cuts, flowing edges that accentuated her otherworldly form.
