Dressed for the Aftermath

Mori had been told the theme was lace. No one had specified that she needed to look approachable. Wrapped in black embroidery and deep wine velvet, she settled beneath the moonlight while delicate shadows curled across her skin like thorns. One glance toward the camera made the whole scene feel less like a portrait session and more like someone had interrupted her during something important. She adjusted the lace at her throat and waited. Whether she was expecting a date, a duel, or an apology was probably safer left unasked.