Moonstruck

She looks like she fell straight out of the night sky.

Silver sequins catch every flicker of light from wrist to floor, poured over her like liquid moonlight. At the collar, pearls gather close to the throat — soft, luminous, almost regal. Then the back opens wide, bare all the way down, cinched by a black bow that ties it all together like the final stroke of a masterpiece.

Structured up front. Undone in the back.

Some dresses are worn. This one is orbited.