HERA
The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the tall windows of my room, casting a warm glow on the room.
Around me, a flurry of activity buzzed—the maids fussing with the final details of my attire, and the designers making small adjustments to my dress.
Anisha was seated by the vanity, her hands clasped together in excitement as she watched the preparations unfold.
“You look breathtaking, my lady,” one of the maids gushed as she stepped back to admire the work. “This gown is absolutely perfect for you.”
“Absolutely,” Anisha chimed in, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “You look like a queen already.”
I glanced at my reflection in the tall mirror, letting their compliments wash over me.
The dress was an elegant ivory gown with silver embroidery and a cresce
