"Plain white is a little bland so add ivory instead," Atlas hummed as his eyes seemed lost in his own words. "Golden embroidery, a watching jewel in the dress as your eyes, an slightly puffed sleeve..."
He was drawing... a wedding gown.
Arabella was quiet as she saw what Atlas had drawn, a fully well designed gown for wedding along with a veil and shoes. Everything was crafted so well... as if he had been staring at the gown for too long to know how it should look.
"Was this what you wanted Circe to wear?" Arabella couldn't help herself from asking and she could see how Atlas's fingers hovered on top of the ink bottle.
