ISSABELL'S POV
My breaths come in short gasps as the maids tightens the corset of my dress, my voice strains with discomfort. "That's too tight, loosen it a little," I urge, desperately seeking some relief.
"But that's how it's supposed to be, my lady," one replies matter-of-factly. "You will get used to it."
I sigh, my frustration evident as I contemplate the suffocating nature of my attire. With a gentle turn, the maids directs me towards the grand mirror, where my reflection stands adorned in the magnificent creation.
"Oh, Princess Isabelle, you look absolutely stunning!" exclaims one of the maids, unable to contain her admiration. "Prince Nathan will surely be mesmerized by your beauty."
A small smile tugs at my lips. Despite the discomfort, there is undeniable beauty in this gow
