Viktoria stood on the platform in front of the mirrors, and one of the attendants smoothed out the skirt of the dress she was wearing.
Anya looked up from where she had been sitting and blinked once.
"Oh."
Viktoria shifted a little toward the mirror, trying to see the back of the dress.
"That bad?"
"No," Anya said at once. "Not bad. Just… different."
Viktoria's mother looked up then, finally taking her eyes away from the rack of dresses she had been studying.
"Turn around."
Viktoria sighed and turned slowly on the platform.
It was light, for a change, not heavy like most of the dresses she had tried on up until then, no heavy lace, no huge skirt that took up half the room. Just smooth silk that fell away in clean lines from her waist, and a fitted bodice that didn't feel restrictive.
Viktoria's mother studied her for a moment.
"It's better than the last one."
Anya lifted her glass again. "You didn't like the last one."
