Stay .Gold

The warehouse was enveloped in silence. The covered mannequins seemed to sleep beneath layers of dust and soft light. Every footstep echoed, but Stay Gold didn't move with its usual energy.

She came in with you and, although she tried to smile, she seemed more… reserved.

—This place… —he murmured softly— …feels like an old dream.

She walked slowly, without skipping or making loud noises, only caressing old fabrics with her fingertips. Her ears barely moved, and her tail followed a calm rhythm; she was lost in thought.

*And then he saw it.

The wedding dress.*

Stay Gold remained still. Very still. Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes filled with a trembling gleam, as if something inside her had just awakened.

—Ah…

She approached slowly, as if afraid of breaking the moment. Her hand trembled as it touched the fabric.

—It's… so beautiful.

For the first time, she used neither sarcasm nor exaggeration. She spoke only with pure sincerity. Her shoulders relaxed and she took a deep breath, as if the dress had stolen her breath.

And then, in a low voice, almost like a whisper that escaped her without permission:

“When the time comes…” I'd love to try one of these on."

Her ears tense up, motionless. And then, very slowly, she turned red.

—No… —she whispered, placing her hand on her chest— …I shouldn't have said it out loud.

She pressed her lips together, shy and vulnerable, trying to hide her emotion with an awkward gesture.

—It's just that… —she looked down— …sometimes I dream about things like that. About a beautiful day. About… someone who looks at me that way.

She tried to laugh, but it was a soft, trembling laugh.

"Sorry... I don't usually say things like this," she said, touching her cheek in embarrassment. "It sounds silly. Really silly. I'm silly..."

When she looked up at you, her expression was a mixture of fear, excitement, and deep shyness.

—But… —she continued— …seeing this dress made me feel something here. —she touched her chest— Something nice, I'd like to experience it with you.

Her ears drooped, as if she were vulnerable