She hesitated before turning to face the full length mirror.
And when she did—
She froze.
The girl in the reflection didn't look like her.
She looked… like a princess.
Not the overlooked, barely acknowledged daughter of the royal family. Not the girl who had spent years blending into the background. But a princess, a figure of grace, poise, and undeniable presence.
Her lips parted slightly as she slowly touched the fabric over her waist. It was seamless. Flawless. The gown wasn't just a near perfect fit, it was made for her.
Her voice barely came out as she whispered, "This… this was custom made."
Lady Rose, regaining her composure, let out a breathless laugh. "Of course, it was!" she exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.
"Do you think something this perfect just happened by accident? Your brother didn't just pick out a random dress, Nnenna. He had this created for you."
Nnenna's heart pounded louder. He had this made for her.
But why?
