One twist clockwise, and the lock of the Victorian mahogany wardrobe opens. You pull out the most elegant evening gown.

Like a calm river lit up only by the moon, the dark velvet reveals its grandeur only through the glimpse of light that it catches. It’s long and majestic.

Once laced up, you feel the weight of the fabric holding you tight, like a firm pair of hands gripping your waist. On your hands you put on delicate tulle gloves, light and airy, contrasting from your bodice.