Lucia stood in front of the ornate mirror, a blend of excitement and nerves swirling within her. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the grand room, casting a warm glow on her delicate features. Her long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, accentuated by the intricate braiding that Martha, Prince Luke's old nanny, had carefully crafted. Today was a day of great importance, though Lucia couldn’t fully grasp why. She only knew that the prince—Luke—had insisted she dress for a royal event, and Martha had been more than eager to help.
"You're a vision, my dear," Martha said with a fond smile as she fastened the final braid. She had always been kind, treating Lucia with the same care and attention she showed to Luke. "This dress suits you beautifully."
The dress, a
