Ah, Prague at night—there’s nowhere quite like it. The cobbled streets winding under soft lamps, the air thick with history and a hint of mystery. I remember walking through those streets on a quiet evening when suddenly I heard music spilling out from an old manor nearby. I was drawn in like a moth to a flame, and before I knew it, I was at the grand entrance, looking into a ballroom alive with color and light.

Inside, it was like a scene out of a fairy tale. Guests in layers upon layers of lavender and creamy whites were swirling across the floor, each one like a character from a dream. The colors were soft and enchanting, as if the night sky itself had chosen to dance. And oh, the little details! Every dress and suit had tiny, adorable bow ties—on sleeves, tucked in hair, even stitched into the collars. It was playful, almost magical, like something a fairy godmother would add just for a touch of charm.

That memory stayed with me, and I wanted to capture the wonder of that night—a piece layered with those same shades of purple and cream, adorned with delicate bows, playful yet elegant. It’s not just about dressing up; it’s about stepping into your own story, feeling that little spark of enchantment, like you’ve walked into a world where magic is real and the night is yours to dance through.