The midday sun dipped towards the horizon, casting long, dramatic shadows across the opulent bedroom. The room shimmered with the warm glow of the dying sun reflecting off gilded mirrors and catching the folds of heavy velvet drapes. Ariana, who had just returned from her shopping at the boutique, stood before the intricately carved dressing table, her reflection a study in barely contained excitement.
Sofia bustled about with practiced ease. Her nimble fingers adjusted the delicate lace adorning Ariana's new gown, a confection of the palest blush silk that shimmered with threads as fine as moonlight dancing on a tranquil lake. Beside her, Lucia, held aloft a bejeweled hair comb.
"You will be the belle of the ball tonight, my lady," Sofia declared, her voice rich with pride .