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After Diana finished her meal, a maid approached her with a sense of urgency. "My lady," she said, "we need to prepare you for the event." The words hung in the air, signaling that it was time for Diana to get ready.

Diana nodded, understanding the importance of the occasion. But this is too fast for her she pray silently.

They bring her to a room.

The room was adorned with vibrant, colorful roses, creating a visually stunning display. White rose petals gracefully extended from the bathtub, adding a touch of elegance. Adjacent to the tub, an assortment of shampoos, body fragrances, face creams, and a bottle of blood-red wine were carefully arranged.

As the maids began to wash Diana's body, they couldn't help but admire her beauty. This was the first time she had been treated with such reverence, and she couldn't help but understand why people enjoyed such luxuries.

With the gentle touch of the maids and the soothing sensation of rose petals, Diana closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the moment. She sought solace and tranquility, wanting nothing more than to enjoy her bath undisturbed.

Though the maids moved swiftly and silently, Diana could sense their watchful gaze. She didn't mind their presence, but today, she craved solitude. Opening her eyes, she looked at the maids and spoke calmly, "Please leave. I would like to be alone." The servants were taken aback by her request. "But, my lady... the bath," one of the maids hesitated. Diana remained resolute, desiring only privacy. "Leave," she repeated firmly.

The maids bid Diana farewell and exited the room. Taking a deep breath, Diana immersed herself in the water, finding comfort in the embrace of the red rose petals. The experience of bathing with roses was a luxurious indulgence that helped her relax and rejuvenate her skin. Finally, she found a moment of peace amidst the chaos of her life.

The room fell into a serene silence, devoid of any sound except for the gentle droplets of water in the background. There was an undeniable sense of calm permeating the space, as if all the noise of the outside world had been silenced.

Diana lay there for a while, allowing her mind to wander and her body to unwind. It was an unusual sensation, yet strangely satisfying. However, her tranquility was about to be disrupted. Gradually, she began to hear male voices outside the door, unmistakably her husband's. But Diana chose to ignore the voices, hoping they would pass by and allow her to continue her bath undisturbed.

Unexpectedly, he entered the room without warning. His presence caught her off guard, and she hastily tried to cover herself with rose leafs, but it was too late. He had already seen her in her vulnerable state, leaving her feeling exposed and embarrassed.

She felt a rush of embarrassment, but she tried to maintain her composure in front of him. She wished for him to leave quickly so she could regain her peace. However, he started to laugh, causing her cheeks to burn with embarrassment. She averted her gaze, hoping he would stop soon, and after a moment, he did.

Slowly, he approached her, his eyes fixed on her face. Diana's heart quickened as he drew near, her body trembling slightly with anticipation. He wanted to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin and the softness of her hair.

He moved closer and closer until he stood beside the bathtub. With a tender touch, he reached out and caressed her. Fear consumed Diana, unsure of what to do. She wanted to pull away, but something held her in place.

The warmth of her skin sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, and a smile crept onto his face. His hands began to explore her body, slowly and gently, as she tried to shield herself. However, he stopped her, looking into her eyes and saying, "Why are you covering what's mine?" His words filled her with a sense of warmth, " it's not yours " Diana wispered. Ezra drew closer, his eyes filled with desire. Unable to resist the urge, he firmly grasped her face and kissed her passionately.

Diana felt a mix of shock and vulnerability. The unexpected turn of events left her struggling to process what had just happened. Her heart raced, and her mind spun with disbelief. She could only stare at him in shock, unsure of how to react.

He seemed to revel in the moment, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Slowly, he moved away from the bathtub, his gaze lingering on her, captivated by her beauty. He walked towards the door, taking one last look at the room before stepping into the hallway. Outside, he instructed the maids to wash Diana and dress her in her finest attire.

The maids, too, were taken aback by this unexpected development. They couldn't believe what they had witnessed. As they glanced at Diana, her face reddened like a rose, surrounded by a sea of petals. The delicate flowers seemed to stretch and reach towards the sky, creating an atmosphere of romance. The sunlight illuminated her flushed cheeks.

Diana's heart continued to race relentlessly, pounding in her chest. It felt as if it would never cease, as if it would consume her completely. She attempted to take deep breaths, but her heartstill raced unabated.

The maids swiftly went about their tasks, diligently washing Diana from head to toe. Once finished, they carefully brushed her hair, ensuring it was neat and immaculate. Next, they attended to her clothing, meticulously ensuring her dress was pristine and free of wrinkles. Satisfied with their work, the maids respectfully bowed their heads to Diana and took their leave.

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