"My little girl, you are all grown up now." Freya stepped back, her eyes sweeping over Lara's radiant figure, taking in every detail. Her heart swelled with pride as she observed the graceful lines of Lara's silhouette, framed by cascading hair that shimmered in the light. "You are truly stunning, my beloved daughter.
Lara was wearing a peach-colored flowing skirt that fell from a raised waistline, outlining her figure. The bodice made from fine silk snugly hugged her bosom, and the square neckline subtly showcased the frilled chemise underneath. The sleeves covered her arm, slightly flared at the wrist with decorative red braid along the cuffs.
The luxurious gown, made from silk fabric, was embellished with intricate embroidery and delicate lace trim, making Lara appear more ethereal. Freya, standing on her tiptoes, delicately balanced a shimmering tiara atop her head, then she gazed at her daughter in admiration.
