✿⊰✲⊱✿ "She's finally here!" Sue claps as we all rise from our seats and walk to the Ballroom. There they are, atop the marble steps! Queen Donna and Dean of proud Vesian, both dressed in bright red. The couple faces each other with loving smiles as the cacophony of cheers and claps echoes through the great Luciuscemi Palace.
✿⊰✲⊱✿ From afar, I study Donna's beautiful gown; the shade of wine, made of velvet, her sleeves long and puffed. Her bodice embrodiery is extraordinary; patterned with red Rose of Vesian, but since her marriage, she added a white one. The embrodiery comes alive under the light of chandelier; glittering with intricately cut rubies and agates and sunstones for Donna's red roses, emeralds and peridots for the coiling stems and thorns, quartz and white opals and moonstones for the white roses.
✿⊰✲⊱✿ Her hair in a curly updo, ringlets framing her wise and kind face with a simple white diamond tiara resting upon her head; a simple rose chain and earrings to complete her look. In contrast, King Dean wears a deep crimson coat of red and white roses brocade that falls past his knees and above his ankles; slits on the sides and on the back as well, I imagine. I can see the black lining underneath that fine coat.