THE FLAIR OF BACKSTRAPDRESS WITH SLIT

In the clang of toasts, the ivory of her dress drifts like a silent current; the crossed bodice follows her breathing and seems to gather the light in her eyes. The polished fabric reflects lamps and candles with the clarity of water lapping the pier, while slender back-straps trace geometric paths across her skin.

On the steps that lead to the rocks, the white slit opens to the rhythm of the sea breeze. The gown quivers like a taut sail, salt dusting tiny constellations along the hem. There, between warm stone and foam, her arms carve the air and seem to hush the world, a contrast between the softness of cloth and the harshness of rock, a gaze lost in contemplation.

A mineral scent of sea and a new radiance on her skin; the silk amplifies that glow and spreads calm among the flickering lights. Eyes settle on every note of the music like petals, drawn by the clean line of the slit, the lattice of straps, and the mirror of her own clarity.