"Wow, you look so gorgeous, My Lady," Brielle exclaimed, genuinely dazzled, as though Verona had stepped out of a painting instead of simply fastening the last ribbon on her dress.
Verona didn't say much. She just gave a small smile that felt slightly unfamiliar on her lips. The dress, soft yellow, like morning light diluted in cream, swayed featherlight around her ankles. It had been a while since she wore something this beautiful. Her fingers brushed the skirt again, almost like checking if it was real.
"She really picked a bright color today," Brielle commented more to herself as she smoothed a crease. "The duke will be pleased. Ah… speaking of His Grace, he's already waiting for you in the dining room."
That made Verona pause.
Already waiting.
