RAVENNA'S POV
I woke up to the sound of commotion. At first, I assumed it was just the usual morning chaos of the Moretti household—the maids scurrying about, the butler's voice raised as he screamed orders, Diana shrieking for someone to bring her coffee hotter than the sun. Just another normal, chaotic morning.
But when I opened my door and stepped into the foyer, I froze in place, my eyes going wide and my mouth falling slightly open in shock.
The entire corridor was lined with garment bags, gilded trunks, and boxes wrapped in pale silk ribbons. The air was thick with the heady scent of new fabric and expensive perfume. Half a dozen designers bustled past me carrying hangers laden with dresses in colors that shimmered like spilled wine and moonlight.
Everyone was bustling
