The Bloom Set

Includes: Top, Bottoms, and Headband.

They told her to be soft.

Not the kind of softness that nourishes —

but the kind that folds, shrinks, vanishes.

So Annovead became mist.

Present, but unseen.

Felt, but never named.

She spent years mastering the art of dimming.

Wore beige like a boundary.

Laughed like an apology.

Lived like a whisper.

But something began to stir.

First in dreams.

Then in mirrors.

Then in the quiet ache of wanting more.

It wasn’t loud — this ache.

It was the pull of petals before the bloom.

The tightness of becoming.

The golden hum of a soul that had outgrown the shell.

And one morning, without ceremony,

she reached for the piece she was never meant to wear.

The Bloom Set.

Yellow — brilliant, defiant, free.

A color that didn’t ask to be noticed.

It demanded it.

The moment it touched her skin,

she no longer fit into who she was.

She stepped into the sun,

and the sky recognized her.

The wind danced around her ankles.

Even the shadows made room.

People looked. Some turned away.

Too bright, they whispered.

Too much.

But Annovead didn’t flinch.

She had bloomed.

And no one ever asks the flower to dim