It might be far more subtle than THAT dress, but in his mind, it is in a different classification altogether. From where he is settled on the end of the bed, he watches her as she twirls, studies the way the silk reacts with the air, billowing and flowing with her movements. It is so much lighter than the other dress, and while she is able to move freely in that one, this dress is completely different.

His heartrate kicks up a notch or two as he watches her move.

It takes a moment or two before he can find words to string together that make sense.

"It is as if you are coated in stardust," he says. "Descended straight from the night sky."