AURELIA'S POV
True to Djurek's words, Amelia came into my room with a blue sequin and matching shoes. She came into the room with a handful of maids, but because I didn't trust any of them, I sent them away and wore the clothes and the makeup by myself.
It was past 7PM when I finished dressing up, and by this time, carriages of all sorts had lined in the compound. The compound which was once dead with silence, had suddenly come alive with boisterous chattering and greeting from the gentry men and women who filed into the castle.
I stood by the window, leaning on the railings, as I looked down at the guests, stepping out of their carriage and heading into the castle. They smelt of wealth and affluence, designer clothes and black tuxedos. Who would have thought that I would meet with t
