Inspired by the kind of heat that melts time and blurs decisions. Light as the Aegean breeze, this dress moves the way Santorini feelsslow when it wants to be, fast when it needs to be. Featherweight cotton clings where it counts, smocked tight at the bodice before spilling into an effortless cascade. The straps? Barely there, slipping off shoulders like an afterthought. The skirt catches the wind, restless as the tide, skimming ankles and leaving nothing but a whisper behind. Midnight embroidery traces the hem like shadows on whitewashed wallssharp, deliberate, made to be noticed. Wear it, vanish into golden hour, let the night decide the rest.