I was told to create a mock example of what my ball would look like. Before the real ball the next day.
The morning of the mock ball was a whirlwind of activity. Servants scurried around the castle, setting up decorations, arranging flowers, and ensuring everything was perfect for the evening's event. I stood in the grand ballroom, surveying the progress.
"Your Majesty," one of the event coordinators approached, clipboard in hand. "We’ve run into a small issue with the lighting. It seems some of the chandeliers aren’t functioning properly.”
I frowned. “Can we get them fixed in time?”
“We’re working on it, but it might take longer than expected.”
“Keep me updated,” I said, turning my attention back to the room. I needed everything to be flawless.
As I walked through the hall, I notice
