Warsong | Celeste Academy Series Book #4

Chapter Six ⚜ Partner Up

"Oh my lords."

The girls were in utter awe as they received the dresses they would wear for the day. Even so, Myra looked utterly tired and sleep-deprived as she presented them. Their dedication was moving that even Courtney looked reverent.

"Because of this, I swear to only wear your dresses," Elfre muttered. "I never thought these dresses would be so . . . pretty and out of this world."

"Yes, absolutely," Genevieve squealed. "Arland, I am soooo excited to wear this!" she exclaimed.

In her arms was a royal blue paired with paper white. As she held out the dress before her, the cloth fluttered beautifully. For the under skirt was a daring dress that had two slits on each side. To make it more conservative, they layered it on top with lengthy ruffles that fanned out like butterfly wings. The royal blue bodice was lined with golden embroideries and sleeves hang open from the shoulders, adhering itself around the upper arm elegantly.

The girls gazed at her dress in appreciation.

The designs they used weren't the usual floor-length gowns. In fact, it had a sense of modernity that was common in Earth. However, the traces and hints of Valemnian touches was evident.

"The designs were uncommon, but we had to take the risk." Myra bowed her head.

"It's beautiful. No need for you to worry." Aneeka smiled. She was fairly satisfied with the design of hers.

Ever since she started attending balls with Rowe, she had the constant problem of tripping at the front of the skirt. To ease her of this burden, Myra had cut away a triangle at the front of the gown and made way for beautiful layers of baby pink and white. It ruffled all the way to the train that would touch the floor, overlapping in elegant but huge waves. With a sweetheart chest line, the sleeves hang off the portion beneath the arms and loosely settled around the elbows, much like Genevieve's. It was elegant in its own right.

Needless to say, this was the type of dress she would forever prefer. After all, she did not wish to adjust to lengthy dresses and risk faceplanting the entire night.

"I must say that you have exceeded yourself this time," Courtney told her.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

"The pleasure is all mine."

Courtney's dress had the effect of winter. Looking at it made the other girls feel cold. The dress had three colors; navy blue for the majority of the skirt, a line of icy blue in the middle that fluttered at the front while accentuated by a white cloth beneath. Although she had a similar sweetheart-shaped bodice, a thin layer of a similarly-shaded lace climbed up to her throat to form a high-collar look and further extended down to her shoulders. The similar navy blue cloth had taken over from the top of her arms down to her wrist. Aside from that, she had velvety fur lining one shoulder and trailing down her back. They looked so soft that they would seem like clouds floating while she walked.

Pure sophistication.

"What about yours, Tamara?"

Tamara looked so shy as she held the dress in her arms. However, to the other girls' shock, her dress was on the verge of not being called one at all. Since she was uncomfortable having to wear skirts in the first place, she had it in two parts: top and bottom. What made the difference was that although there were pants, the top extended directly to the floor while opening at the front, very much like Aneeka's—like a modified trenchcoat. The bodice firmed around the waist and emphasized the bust.

There were three layers of skirts that trailed the back, the longest being the darkest as well as the topmost. It sported the color of dark blue. The next layer beneath it was a lighter shade while the innermost had a soft shade of pink. The layers overlapped in huge waves, complimenting the pants had ballooned around the ankles a bit and were white in color.