"Oh, you look good enough to eat," Caroline said with a light chuckle when I twirled in front of my mirror later that day.
The time was 6:35... Twenty-five minutes more before the Blood moon festival officially kicks off.
The Blood moon itself was already out, painting the sky and clouds in a faint red hue. But from what I know, the moon was only expected to turn a redder colour.
"Car, stop." I giggled at her last statement, turning around to face her in the dimly lit room.
The gown I wore was made of the deepest shade of crimson, almost as if it had been dyed in blood and starlight. It shimmered subtly whenever I moved, thanks to the delicate enchantments woven into the fabric by Althea herself.
The bodice hugged my curves with structured elegance, laced in the back with threads of silver that glowed faintly in the dark like a heartbeat pulsing with ancient magic.
