The much-anticipated Spring Crop Celebration Festival had finally arrived, and the Solace family was a whirlwind of activity as they prepared for the grand event. Adelita found herself amidst a frenzy of bustling maids, fluttering fabrics, and ornate accessories. As she stood before the mirror, adjusting the final details of her ensemble, she couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
"Ah, the joys of society events," she muttered to herself with a wry grin, her reflection mimicking her sarcasm.
Her dress, a creation of delicate lavender silk, seemed to have more layers than her grandmother's tales of aristocratic drama. The gown flowed elegantly, adorned with intricate lace that looked like it might have been sourced from a spider's web. Adelita couldn't help but roll her eye
