Olivia's POV
The palace buzzed with energy as we prepared for the grand ball happening tomorrow. Everyone was running around, putting final touches on decorations, outfits, and preparations. The halls echoed with footsteps, laughter, and the occasional shout of “Careful with that vase!”
Liam surprised me earlier with a dress that took my breath away—elegant, flowing, and shimmering like stardust. It was the first time in a long while that I was allowing myself a moment to feel… beautiful. To feel like a woman and not just a mother, a protester, or someone constantly on the run.
I’d picked out dresses for Paru, Sara, and Maya too—each one chosen with care. They deserved to shine as much as anyone. Paru twirled in hers the moment she tried it on, and Maya actually blushed when she saw her
