Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2 : EXICTMENT
Madam Beryl hands an invitation letter to my father; my father takes it, reads through it, glances up at me, and hands the letter to me."
'' I take it and read it carefully, thinking about what is in the letter that my father didn't tell me. As my eyes travel vertically through the letter, I find out it's an invitation to a ball in Clovelly. It is not much, I believe, but I did hear once that the king there is rather dangerous and unkind.
"Father, aren't there rumours that the King of Clovelly is unkind?" I asked, feeling a bit concerned.
"I cannot be sure, my dear, as it may be just a rumour," he says with a blank expression. "Do you plan on going?"
"It certainly sounds interesting, as I have never been to Clovelly before. I'd like to go; may I, father? I asked, feeling a rush of adrenalin in my bones, which I don't know why—maybe because I have never been to a ball other than the ones held in our castle.
"I don't see a reason for my daughter to not go; you may, but only if you..."
'"If I act accordingly like the lady that I should be, yes, father, I know," I said, letting out a small giggle.
"You grew up too quickly, my dear," he says, getting slightly teary.
"Father, please, I am still that childish girl you used to chase around the castle," I said, knowing exactly how he was feeling. "Perhaps this ball will be a chance for you to show the world the lady you have become," my father said, wiping away a tear. I smiled, grateful for his support and encouragement as I prepared for the upcoming event.
"Haha, you know exactly what to say to make me feel better, my dear. Well, have you looked at the dates of the ball?"
"Yes, it is about a week from now, "I said, still holding the letter in my hands.
"Well, my dear, if you will excuse me, I have a meeting to attend. Feel free to get your gowns ready or make them yourself," he says, looking at the wall clock.
"Father, how did you know?" I asked, feeling very confused yet shocked.
"Orion is more loyal to me, my dear," "he says while letting out a small laugh.
I bow down once again as my father takes his leave.
I turn around and face Madam Beryl, who has been quiet all this time.
"So am I supposed to kill Orion at this point, as he has committed an act of treason?" I said, trying to act serious for once, but it failed miserably as Madam Beryl started laughing.
"There is no need for that princess; I believe we should start stitching, don't you think?" she
says a bit slyly, giving her sentence a slight taunt.
"Yes, we should, but I am still thinking about Clovelly. What is it going to be like? a winter solstice, so should I go with red? It seems vibrant, don't you think? I said it in a pensive mood.
Madam Beryl and I go down to what used to be our secret stitching chamber and look at fabrics that I restocked last week. started sorting through the various shades of red fabric, imagining how they would look once transformed into a beautiful gown fit for the winter solstice celebration. Madam Beryl's expert eye and guidance were invaluable as we selected the perfect material for my dress, filled with anticipation for the upcoming event. The rich velvet and shimmering satin fabrics held endless possibilities, each promising to make a statement at the grand ball. As we finalized our choices,
I couldn't help but feel grateful for Madam Beryl's skill and mentorship in creating the perfect ensemble for such a special occasion. Her attention to detail and expertise truly made a difference in ensuring that I felt confident and elegant throughout the event. I will always be thankful for her guidance and support in helping me look my best.
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