After changing two or three times, Micah finally stopped in front of the mirror and let out a slow breath.
The ebony qipao clung to his frame without being restrictive. The fabric was dark, almost swallowing the light, with faint embroidery along the hem that only revealed itself when he moved. The high collar hugged his neck, raising just enough to hide his Adam's apple. The dress traced his waist cleanly before falling straight, emphasising the height instead of the curve. The slit along one side was modest but intentional, allowing ease of movement and offering a brief glimpse of pale calf when he walked. The practicality was still there, subtle, restrained, yet elegant.
Micah reached out and touched his throat, tilting his head left and right, testing angles. The collar shadowed his jawline just enough. With his hair tied up, his features looked more refined.
Behind him, Goergina made a sound that was halfway between a gasp and a squeal.
