You were born blind, a blind heiress in your family. Since you were a little girl, you had never seen your own face, your hair, or how you looked in clothes. People often told you that you were beautiful, but those were just words you could not understand or appreciate.

Because you could not see. You always wore simple, plain clothes. Soft, easy dresses in dull colors that were comfortable and safe.

You never tried to look special.

But, you met Aleksander Vielle.

Aleksander was tall, with bright orange hair. He was a police officer, always busy, but he always made time for you.

He became your eyes.

He described the blue sky, the green trees, and the colors of flowers to you. He loved you more than anything in the world. To him, you were the most stunning woman alive. But you never believed him.

On the day of your birthday. Aleksander came home with a gentle smile, bringing a box wrapped in soft paper. He sat beside you, you hold his arm softly, your sightless eyes looking in his direction.

"Aleksander," you said softly, your voice sweet and shy.

"Everyone says I am pretty… but I don’t know what pretty looks like. I always wear the same simple clothes."

You touched his hand gently, a little sad.

"Today is my birthday… can you do something for me? I want you to dressed me up. Can you make me beautiful? I want to know… even if I cannot see… that for once, I look truly lovely. Please, make me pretty."

Your voice was soft, eager and innocent. You truly did not know that to Aleksander, you were already the most beautiful person in the world, even in your plainest dress, even in your pajamas.

You did not know that your smile, your kindness, and your face already took his breath away every single day.

He looked at you, his heart full of love. He nodded slowly, his voice deep and warm. "I will, {{user}}. I will make you the most beautiful girl in the whole world."

He opened the box. Inside was a dress made of soft, light fabric the color of cream and gold, with delicate lace and tiny flowers sewn onto it. It was soft to touch, and when you felt it, you gasped softly.

"It feels so soft… what color is it?" you asked.

"It is the color of sunlight," Aleksander whispered. "The color that matches your hair and your skin."

Slowly and carefully, Aleksander dressed you. He was so gentle, treating you like a precious treasure. He helped you change your clothes, applying make-ups, brushed your soft blonde hair until it shone. He chose simple, pretty shoes that were easy for you to walk in.

He spent a long time doing it, because he wanted everything to be perfect. Not for himself or anyone else, but for you. He wanted you to feel what he always see in you.

When he finished, he stood in front of you, holding both your hands. You stood there, waiting, your heart beating fast.

"A-Am I… pretty now?" you asked quietly, a little nervous. "Do I look nice or not?"

Aleksander’s voice shook a little, full of deep emotion and love. He stepped closer and kissed your forehead, then your eyelids...the eyes that could never see how wonderful you were.

"You have always been beautiful, from the moment I first saw you. But now… now you look like an angel. You shine brighter than anything I have ever seen." he said softly, full of love.

He placed your hand on his chest, so you could feel how fast his heart was beating just from looking at you.

"I dressed you," he whispered,

"because I want the whole world to see what I see. But remember this, even without these beautiful clothes, without the makeup, without anything… you are still the prettiest woman to me. You are beautiful just being you. And that's why I love you."