Cecilia exhaled sharply, her frustration mounting as yet another dress joined the growing pile on the floor.
"It's not good enough," she muttered, her sulk deepening. Around her, the maids bustled, their faces a mix of nervousness and determination, trying to appease the princess.
Today wasn't just any day—it was special in ways that made her heart race and her mind whirl. And for once, Cecilia, always so composed, felt a flicker of something foreign.
Badump. Badump.
Her heartbeat thrummed like a persistent drum, an unwelcome reminder of her nerves. She tried to dismiss it, but the thought of Arthur kept slipping into her mind, derailing every attempt at calm.
