The ruffled petals and mauve hues of this bearded iris remind me of the soft, lighter-than-air feel I would want in a ball gown.
A young lady excitedly clips a flower from her mother's garden. She takes care to wrap its tubular stem in a dampened cloth so the fragile petals don't wilt.
Rushing through the narrow streets of the city, she arrives, breathless, at the dressmaker's shop. The door has barely closed behind her. "This is it," she says, holding out the long-stemmed iris."This is the dress I will wear to the Debutante Ball!"
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