Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30559258-20170527152204/@comment-26470201-20171128101907

((If possible, I would like to continue this. Too good to finish soon.))

Cera gratefully took Circe's helping hand, swiftly climbing down using the thumb as leverage. She hoped the descent hadn't ruined the hem of her dress (it hadn't, Thank Grimm). Hopefully, there wouldn't be much scrutiny on any chipped areas, if any.

Okay, quit stalling. The melodic announcer suddenly called her name along with a quick reminder for cameras to zoom in once she enters. With a couple quick intakes of breath, Cera struts down the aisle.

When a particularly colorful judge brought a magnifying glass about a foot away, Cera smirks at her gorgeous outfit. Her handmade dress had a skirt which ruffles quite a lot at every step. She and her roomie Mickey spent countless nights perfecting the embroidered tulips and vines at each layer. With one hand gripping her signature crook which in this occasion was wrapped in a silky ribbon, the other hand slightly adjusted the little garnet broach keeping her shawl in place.

Taking the appropiate time to stand and pose in front, she turns to show off the off-the-shoulder cap sleeves whilst exiting. Now she just hope her gimmick wasn't overshadowed by Garen's staff. She means, of course it did, but not all of us are Ozian royalty. Good thing she can rely on her clean porcelein complexion. Right?