~Sophia
The evening began with a whirlwind of preparation. The servants were bustling around, ironing dresses, shining shoes, and fussing over every little detail to ensure Nathaniel and I looked like royalty. Standing in front of the gilded mirror in my walk-in closet, I admired the way my gown hugged my body. The navy-blue fabric shimmered with every move, its delicate beading catching the light. It was the kind of dress that made you feel like you owned the world—or at least a small part of it.
Behind me, one of the maids carefully adjusted my necklace, a diamond choker that Nathaniel had given me on the day he proposed.
“Miss Sophia, you look like a goddess,” she said, her voice filled with awe.
I smiled at her through the mirror. “Thank you, Clara. But let’s not overdo it.”
