
Some nights ask for something better than silence. Célestine answers in white — not the innocent kind — with tulle so light it follows you a beat late and disappears against the skin before anyone quite registers it. This is what you wear for your own mirror first.
The plunging V is drawn by two triangles of open lace, scalloped along every edge so the bust is framed rather than framed in. Below the satin bow at the center, the skirt falls away loose, short and see-through, finished with a fine ruffled hem that moves with every step. Nothing digs in, nothing is entirely hidden — which is rather the point.
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