Her dress: a deep, liquid teal. An endless current of water cascaded from her body, trickling down into the skirt, flowing into an infinite layer of waves. The straps and the waist were adorned with countless rhinestones that captured her light and reflected it like drops of water ejected from a cresting surge. Even her nails looked like waves, painted the same teal, and tipped with an uneven, effervescent layer of silver and white. Her lips bore a subtle pink color; her hair was pulled out of her face with a clip on each side of her head, and trailed down into a seemingly endless loop of curls; and her eyes. Her oceanic eyes.