Tiara*
"Tiara, I've kept your room just the way you like it. Everything is the same, my dear," Mother warmly declared, leading me into my room. Finally, Diana mentioned that I had recovered faster due to my hybrid blood and was good to go home. To be honest, it actually felt good to be home.
I took a moment to glance around my room, and indeed, everything appeared just as I remembered. However, an unexplainable restlessness gripped my heart, the image of that man lingering in my mind.
Overflowing with excitement, Mother opened my wardrobe and carefully selected a dress.
"Tiara, wear this dress and get ready quickly," she urged, extending a shimmering peacock gown towards me. "This color always suits you," she added with a smile.
"I don't want to change, Mother. I feel tired," I prot
