Opera Wine | Rosalie Hale [1]

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Surrounded by a never ending sea of white, satin and silk surrounding her in this overwhelming type of way that made her wish to run he fingers through the garments in a simple perusal of what it was all about. Marion had never gotten married in a white dress, it was something that not was done in her time,  not yet in vogue or the looked to custom. He dress had been a deep red with embroidery of silver and white, an expressive, more practical thing that could have been worn on many an occasion.

It was nice, however, for her to see the joy in Rosalie's eyes as she tried on dresses - looking to her for approval once each garment was set entwining her figure. There had been no preferences so far by the human, no distinct dresses that stood out to her more than any other. Marion, for as much support as she gave, could not provide help on this matter as Rosalie continued to look exquisite in each gown she came out in, display it with a series of silly poses or pretty twirls.

Each showing turned Marion towards such sinful thoughts, such burning desires that made her want to snatch the girl up into her arms and disappear with her to greedily keep her all to herself. There was no doubt on Marion's part that Rosalie was the most beautiful creature she had ever met, no matter how much she did not understand the silly ritual of a white dress. 

The door to the changing room creaked open, the attendant helping out a flustered Rosalie as the girl shuffled from the room, the elderly lady holding the back of the dress as it was obviously slightly too big for the human.

Costume pearls were the thing that attracted her attention first and the way Rosalie eyed the things with a fond sort of smile. Her fingers went to her own ears, fingering the pearls that sat their still from a few short nights back at dinner - the sentimentality of that night demanding continued wear. The bodice top piece was separate from the rest of the dress, a form fitting silk with long sleeves that bubbled from the ill fit meant to hug Rosalie's torso. The skirt was made with long draping silk that that pooled around her on the floor. All this, of course, decorated with the faux pearls and tinkling little fake diamonds.

Marion stood from her seat, crossing the room quickly in a way that the heel of her shoes drowned out the sound of the rain from outside. She slid her fingers over the smooth fabric, feeling the material for what they claimed it to be before she began to pull and pinch in certain places - adjusting the dress in the places only a trained eye could see as she formed the necessary tweaks in her mind. She thought on the date and the time it would take to finish the dress and allow time for emergency changes, finding that the price would be more than Rosalie could afford as the dress was one of the few things her family had insisted they paid for, letting the Kings cover the rest of the cost.

She thought over it quickly, and the way that Rosalie seemed to glow in the gown, a radiant thing as she flushed under her inspection, her heart racing under her touch.

"The material of the bodice will need be adjusted and the sleeves tightened so that they fit. The skirt will require shortening in the front, leave the length on the back and a slimmer style, not so puffed," Marion announced, turning around Rosalie to eye the back, fingers rating on the girls shoulder blade resulting in a shiver that sent a pang through the vampire. "The stitching on the back will need to be changed to a sparkling silver, for a better taste, of course, and the costume pearls should be removed. I will provide the real thing if it is something you like, ma chère. If you may, add lace to the sleeves, a thin covering for the back of the hands, but not a glove.

"If this is all fine fine you, Rose?" She turned to the human, smiling at the awe that parted the girls lips and caused a twinkling in her eyes.