The stage falls quiet as golden lights bloom like sunlight through mist. A hush rolls over the crowd. Then, from the haze, she appears—Shania Twain—her presence soft, glowing, unforgettable. She’s dressed in a sleeveless white velvet gown that hugs her figure with timeless grace. The gown features a high, turtleneck-style collar and a flowing floor-length train, its velvet shimmer kissed by the lights. Draped from her shoulders is a translucent white cape, trailing behind her like a vow unspoken. Matching opera-length gloves in white velvet wrap her arms with elegance. Her updo is intricate, classic, beautiful—framing her glowing face as she steps into the light.