Everything was flawless, just the way it should be. Livia was in such high spirits that she didn't slap a single servant today, but then again, it was barely mid-morning and the day was still young. She inspected her appearance in the mirror while her attendants waited nervously in a row behind her, waiting to see if she would hit one of them for a hair out of place or rouge applied too thin, too thick. But today, she would be as magnanimous as the gods that had blessed her for the past month and a half, and she would extend the same graciousness she had been granted as of late to everyone else around her. Besides, she was beautiful. Beautiful! Some would say she was overdressed with her two layered stola of soft red, pure white, and even a cheeky dash of purple lining it all, but if anyo
