Without ado, without pomp and ceremony, without the bells and whistles for your attention: behold Willow. She sings without sound and dances without music. She needs nothing, because in herself, she is complete.
Willow’s striking V-neckline plunge complements the delicate tulle and lace with which she is made. Her waist draws in, following the contours of the glorious shape of womenkind, before spilling out in layer upon layer of the softest tulle you’ve ever felt, ever worn, ever touched. Her skirt floats and flitters, all with grace of the great swan.
But even the greatest of swans are not without cheek. And neither is our Willow.
Willow’s full skirt divulges, only partly, the great reward for the one who has won our bride’s heart with her high skirt slit. But we can’t say any more; we won’t. Because Willow will.