(Caption) Wish to be the banquet star

…So my wish last night really came true.

"I want to be the star of the banquet, the one everyone looks at."

That's all I said—but when I opened my eyes this morning… I had turned into a girl.

At first, I thought I was dreaming. The face in the mirror—skin so pale it almost glowed, hair so soft it looked unreal, and eyes the color of red wine. For a moment, I actually startled myself.

Then I noticed the room wasn't quite the same either. The wardrobe was full of clothes I'd never seen before: lace, velvet, each carrying a faint, elegant scent. The vanity was lined with bottles and powders whose names I didn't even know. And then there was that pair of high heels—deep wine-red, gleaming faintly under the morning light.

I stood there for a long time.

Honestly, when I first tried on that dress, I barely knew how to move. The corset was tight, the fabric around my chest felt light and strange, and every step made me aware of how the silk brushed against my skin.

But when I finally looked at myself in the mirror—really looked—I couldn't tear my eyes away.

The burgundy dress was breathtaking. The black lace along the hem shifted like shadow in the light, and a small shake of the skirt made it bloom like a flower. Even the choker around my neck made me feel… regal somehow, like a proud princess.

I lifted the hem slightly, and the anklet jingled softly. That sound—so delicate, so beautiful.

Maybe… this is what it feels like to be the star of the night.

Not through strength, not through noise—but through light. Just standing there, and everyone's eyes are drawn to you.

I used to watch those people from afar, but now, maybe… I can shine too.

I still can't walk too steadily, and I'm worried my makeup will smudge if I touch my face—but…

I want to go.

I want everyone to see me like this.

I want this night to belong to me.

…It's strange. It's only my body that's changed, and yet my heart feels softer somehow.

So this is what a girl's smile feels like—light, effortless, flowing naturally from the chest to the lips.

I tried smiling at the mirror, and in that moment, even the candlelight seemed to flicker with me.

"Tonight, I'll be the star of the banquet."

I whispered it to myself, lifted my skirt, and took the first step.

The sound of my heels on the floor rang clear and bright—one step, and then another—like a brand new heartbeat.