"I will pay your weight in starlight," the Prince said, trembling.
The price of being marvelous, Elara learned, is not your past. marvelous designer price
"It will take it," Elara said softly. "And you won't even remember her face when it's done." "I will pay your weight in starlight," the
He agreed.
Elara shook her head. "The Designer doesn't want gold. It wants the architect of your fondest memory." " the Prince said
The Prince took the robe, his eyes already blank where his mother used to live. He thanked Elara politely, like a stranger.
As the last thread of love dissolved into the crystal, she felt light. Not empty— free . The coat materialized, beautiful and terrible.