Beautiful. That was all Isabella could say, staring at the raven-haired woman in the full-length mirror. She wears a silver sequined dress that hugs the curve of her body and is paired with five-inch crystal clear heels. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, giving her a simple yet confident look.
“Do you like it, my lady?” Myla interrupted her thoughts. She appeared next to her, standing beside her while she looked at her in the mirror.
Filled with satisfaction, Isabella smiled gently. “I love it, Myla. Thank you so much for putting an effort into tonight’s occasion. I never knew you had this talent to transform me into someone,” she answered.
“Don’t mention it, my lady. You deserve it for tonight’s celebration.”
“And why are you not in a dress yet? Don’t you wish to attend the gather
