A Playful Release
Standing so formally was never going to last, darling. A gentle warmth drifted down my arms, and before I knew it, my stiff fingers relaxed. I slowly unclasped my hands, letting my fingertips trail over the smooth, cool folds of my green gown. The delicate rustle of the fabric answered my touch, grounding me right here atop this sleek pedestal. Frozen perfection is dreadfully dull—feeling alive is far more my style.