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Aera stood in front of the full-length mirror for longer than she realized, her fingers slowly grazing the soft cherry-red fabric that wrapped around her body like a quiet whisper. The dress was simple in design, yet it held a softness that made it feel almost unreal against her skin. The delicate material hugged her waist and flowed gently downward, brushing against her legs every time she shifted her weight. It wasn't overly grand, not something loud or extravagant-but it was beautiful in a way she had never experienced before. It felt like something was chosen with care.