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[center][h1][b][color=firebrick]Violet[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

The morning had been nothing short of a whirlwind. Violet’s room was a flurry of activity as maids scurried about, their arms laden with gowns of every conceivable fabric, cut, and color. Yet, gown after gown failed to meet her exacting standards. Her frustration grew with every rejected dress, her scarlet-red eyes narrowing as she surveyed the garments draped across her room.

“No, no... none of these,” she said, her tone sharp with impatience. Her hands swept through the air dismissively as yet another maid entered, presenting another option that would inevitably fail to impress.
Time ticked away, but her decision remained elusive. Violet felt the weight of the moment—tonight was not just any evening. It was a gallery opening, true, but more importantly, it was her chance to make an impression on her date. 

Finally, when all seemed lost, the maids revealed the last option: a black gown, a departure from the vibrant or pastel pieces she had been offered earlier. Her gaze lingered, drawn to its striking design. The plunging neckline exuded daring elegance, while the shoulders were adorned with intricate metal pauldron-style jewelry. Silver ravens were engraved into the polished metal, their wings spreading as though poised to take flight. Delicate chains draped from the shoulders, catching the light and adding an air of mystery.
“Who designed this one?” Violet asked, her voice low and commanding as she stepped closer to examine it. Her confidence seemed to ignite the moment her eyes fell on the gown, a demeanor far bolder than her usual. She traced a finger lightly over the silver details, admiring the craftsmanship.

“Lady Violet I think you’ve made the right decision” her lady maid commented as Violet offered her a smile “and you’ve done a fantastic job. Thank you” she smiled. 

The maids had outdone themselves. The dress, now perfectly tailored to her figure, hugged Violet's form in all the right places, the plunging neckline unapologetically revealing the scars that marked her chest. They weren’t hidden this time, as they so often were. Instead, they became part of her ensemble. The silvery glint of the metal adorning her shoulders caught the sunlight streaming through the carriage window, casting fleeting reflections on the walls inside.

Her hair was styled with meticulous care, long curls cascading down her back while one side was pulled back into an intricate braid. A silver raven pin secured the braid, tying the entire look together with an air of understated elegance and a nod to the artistry of her gown.
 
The carriage rolled to a stop, and the door was opened by an attendant, who extended a gloved hand to help her step down. Violet accepted the assistance with a soft smile, her crimson eyes glinting with confidence as she stepped onto the cobblestone drive.

Approaching the grand doors of the event, her eyes caught sight of Roman.

He stood with an air of effortless charisma, his ensemble bold and daring, a reflection of his artistic nature. The colors and textures of his outfit seemed alive, the details subtle yet commanding attention.

Their eyes met, and Violet couldn’t help but let a playful grin tug at her lips. She bit back a wider smile as she drew closer, the faint sway of the chains on her shoulders mirroring her steps.

[color=firebrick]“Lord Ravenwood,” [/color] she greeted, her voice velvet smooth, the hint of mischief unmistakable. Her eyes swept over him briefly, a glimmer of amusement lighting them.[color=firebrick] “You’ve certainly dressed to impress tonight. You look good.”[/color][/color]