Combustion

Silk. Always silk. Cashmere melts. It clings. It pleads.

But silk?

Silk dies beautifully.

It curls, peels back from the flame like it knows it’s not meant to be destroyed, like it's offended by the violence but too refined to scream.

Especially if it’s untreated, raw, maybe even vintage. Think bias-cut, eggshell white—

Of course, if you’re making an entrance that ends in combustion, I’d layer.