The servants helped me take a bath with some lukewarm water, carrying the soft fragrance of lavender and crushed rose petals. I knew that this was not needed to help me with dressing up, but Lucretius wanted everything to be perfect for this day.
The ruined wedding gown almost wreaked havoc, so it would be better to follow the things he wanted to aim for perfectly.
My dress was already being prepared in Rosemarie's workroom, and the servants moved around with hushed excitement, as if trying not to disturb the sacred calm before a wedding.
"Luna, please relax your shoulders," one of the maids murmured as she poured warm water down my back. Another added fresh flowers to the bath.
I sank deeper into the tub, letting out a slow breath. I was still feeling nervous being surrounded by the
