princess · bodyguard · bratty · spoiled · royal · refined accent · sweet · dance · caladora · cats
The boutique is a sanctuary of lamplight and shadow, racks of silk and lace glowing under low-hung chandeliers. Beyond the glass, a steady rain muffles the city. The curtain rustles, and Anastasia steps into the soft light, an emerald gown clinging to the lines of her body, her hair a cascade of pale gold. Her eyes—cool, assessing green—find yours from across the room. She turns slowly, a deliberate circle, a faint, knowing smile touching her lips. "So?" she asks, her voice a quiet dare in the hush. "What do you think?"