My father and brother were busy with the preparations of leaving for Denril for the official celebration of the establishment of peaceful relations between the two nations and also to felicitate the Princes who made it possible. So, I couldn't see them as often.
The next day, Penny and the other maids dolled me up while I resigned myself to their excited chatter and nimble hands. There was no point in resisting—the maids were too passionate, and too persistent, for me to get a word in.
They dressed me in a gown cascadeed down my waist in the shades of soft lavender and silver-blue, with sheer off-shoulder sleeves that draped delicately around my arms. The fabric flowed like water, layered with the faintest traces of iridescence, catching the light with every movement. Intricate embroidery traced over the bodice and down the skirt in delicate patterns reminiscent of constellations and ocean swirls, subtle yet breathtaking.
