Today marked a pivotal moment for Diana, a day fraught with nerves that churned like turbulent waves in her stomach. "Breathe," Lila offered a comforting rub to Diana's back, concern etched in her features. "I'm worried if you eat now, you'll bring it all up."
"I be feelin' a tad... queasy," Diana admitted, her nerves palpable.
"Dia, it's just nerves," Lila reassured with a gentle laugh.
Their conversation was interrupted by Merea's entrance into the room. The Marquess was impeccably dressed, her grey hair elegantly coiffed to frame her face, adorned with silver pearls that gleamed against her skin. She wore a vibrant ensemble of green and orange, the colours vibrant against the backdrop of the room.
"It seems you're ready," Merea remarked.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Diana responded,
