Browse and select your outfit by navigating the interactive style menus directly on your screen, using touch inputs to cycle through colors, patterns, and designs until your character’s appearance aligns with your vision.
Mia smoothed the crinkles from her lavender sundress, fingers brushing against sun-freckled shoulders still warm from hours tending her garden. Luna’s tail thumped the dirt floor as the terrier circled, nose nudging the woven basket holding wildflowers for Emma’s party. City lights glittered beyond the hills, and Mia bit her lip. Emma’s last letter fluttered in her mind—*everyone wears silk here, Mia. You’ll love it!* Silk. Not linen smelling of chamomile and earth. Her mother’s pearl necklace glinted in the oak vanity, beside rouge pots untouched since harvest festival. Luna whined as Mia twisted her wind-tangled braids into a chignon, pinned with sprigs of jasmine. The mirror showed a stranger: lips stained berry-red, lace gloves hiding calluses, ankle boots borrowed from her sister’s trousseau. “Not a speck of mud,” she whispered, lifting the basket. Luna barked, racing ahead down the cobblestone path as twilight painted the sky violet. Somewhere beyond the train tracks, violins tuned for a party neither girl nor dog had ever seen.
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