Isabella’s POV
꧁𓃙𓃠𓃥𓃚꧂
I stood in the center of my ruined room, staring at the torn dress still lying in a heap on the floor. My chest felt tight, and even though Leon had ordered a new one… a small part of me wondered if anything—anything at all—would go right today.
A knock sounded on my door.
But this time, it wasn’t loud or angry.
It was soft. Professional.
“Your gown has arrived, my lady,” a woman announced.
My heart skipped.
The door opened and three palace maids carried in a long box covered in white silk. Behind them walked a tall woman dressed in black, carrying a toolkit that rattled with pins, brushes and scissors.
The woman bowed slightly.
“My name is Rina. His Majesty assigned me as your private stylist for the wedding.”
Private stylist.
For a maid.
I swallowed har
