Jasmine's POV
I sat at the vanity, staring at my reflection as a maid brushed my hair and another fixed my makeup. I felt numb inside, my mind replaying the fight with Mason. My stomach churned with anxiety.
"You look beautiful, Your Highness," the hair maid said. I was still getting used to being called a princess here. I wanted them to call me by my name, but the last thing I wanted was getting into trouble with my mother in law. She was strict about boundaries, and differences in status. Adjusting to this was getting harder.
I nodded, not feeling beautiful at all. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and Mason walked in, looking handsome in his suit, but his face was hard.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, standing up. My long blue dress swished around my feet.
