She stood with the other ladies outside the throne room of Kailin Palace. A hundred of them wear the same length of feathers on their heads and a train as long as the other room could reach. Their gowns are the color of white, beige, or cream—something to symbolize their purity.
She appreciated the grandeur of everything her eyes could see. The chandeliers, carpets, intricate columns, and arches. When she was on the carriage, she how huge the palace is and how clean the field is. And despite the whole new experience and sceneries she witnesses, nothing beats the peace that Beauville gives her.
“You look beautiful,” Amanda said, fixing her hair.
Her eyes roamed around to look at the other bejeweled debutantes. They came from different corners of the country. Each has tremendous wealth a
