Aspen.
I meticulously gathered my dark, raven-coloured hair and secured it into a sleek ponytail, accentuating my striking features. My hair framed a face that was both delicate and captivating, with large, expressive doe eyes, full and inviting lips, and a petite, button nose. I was acutely aware of my beauty, and it was one of the reasons Luna Dahlia harboured animosity toward me. However, with my newfound disinterest in her husband, I hoped she would leave me in peace, giving me the freedom to carry out my plans.
"Are you sure this is okay?" I asked Ingrid, my voice tinged with uncertainty.
She nodded, her expression indifferent.
"It is the same thing all the servants wear," she replied. Her words were dismissive, but I could detect a flicker of envy in her eyes.
The outfit was si
