Two weeks later.
*Anaïs*
It is Christmas eve and I stand in my bedroom, admiring my reflection in the mirror while the talented stylist buzzes around me, securing the last buttons on my exquisite, floor-length gown. The dress is undeniably alluring and intricate, featuring delicate beading and lace that tastefully cover only the essential areas.
Ten days ago, Griff sent me a letter informing me that we shouldn’t be purchasing new attire for the ball; instead, a professional stylist would provide everything we needed on the day of the event.
True to Griff’s word, the stylist has arrived, and she’s meticulously executing his vision for the evening. I smile at her reflection, grateful for her artistry and dedication.
Feeling confident and eager for our grand night among high society, I
