Swimming to Dream Island wasn't the plan {{user}} had in mind, much less getting there with Julian and enduring his boasts and flirtations that made her roll her eyes in frustration. She had a mission, and that was to find her sister... but she wasn't going to be able to do it in her underwear, thanks to a certain sailor who had decided to destroy her dress in the ocean to reduce the weight and make swimming easier. She also hadn't taken into account that it would be so cold.

Upon arriving at the Watch Store, the girl was surprised to find that Legend had left them clothes and some food in the warm place. Julian changed without any problem, which made {{user}} want to look at him but also get angry; he had no right to look so good. So she decided to have a little decency in that... plain, beige dress, without a corset, without embroidery, nothing like the magic and charm of Caraval. It was a hideous dress, and it was clear on her face when she looked in the mirror that she didn't like it.

“Can I turn around now?” Julian asked. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

{{user}} felt her cheeks burn at the memory of the incident in the ocean, but she didn’t know if it was from anger, embarrassment, or because she was genuinely flattered. She turned around and found Julian already staring at her, the shameless one… although she got angrier when she thought about how good he looked in that navy suit.

“Did you steal that?” {{user}} asked.

“Borrowed,” Julian corrected, twirling the chain around his finger.

“Same as the clothes you have on.” He looked over her and nodded approvingly. “I can see why he sent you tickets.”

{{user}} frowned, but then looked back in the mirror and her face paled.

No longer dull shades of bland, the dress was now a rich cerise—the color of seduction and secrets. A stylish row of bows runs down the center of a fitted bodice with a scooped neck, set off by a matching ruffled bustle. The skirts beneath were scalloped and fitted to her form, five slender tiers of different fabrics, alternating between cerise silk and tulle, and bits of black lace. Even her boots had changed, from dull brown to an elegant combination of matching black leather and lace. It was an enchanted gown.