Olivia's POV
I looked… different.
Beautiful.
Stunning.
My blonde hair had been pulled into a neat bun, delicately adorned with silver pins that shimmered in the light. My face was softly dusted with powder and highlighted in all the right places, giving me a glowing, flawless finish. A bold red lipstick settled on my lips, making me look like someone I barely recognized in the mirror.
"You look so beautiful, my lady," the maid standing beside me said with a warm smile.
I gave her a soft, sad smile in return. "Thank you."
But deep down, my heart ached.
At this moment, I missed Nora and Lolita. My closest friends. My sisters in spirit. They should've been here, fussing over my makeup and helping me into my dress while teasing me about the night ahead.
Pain hit my chest. I hadn't seen them when I went back to the packhouse. Had they been reassigned?
Before I could drown further in my thoughts, a knock landed softly on the door.
"Come in," I said.
