Hailee's POV
As the maids moved gracefully around the room, preparing the dresses, I stood before the tall mirror. They helped me into the silver gown that shimmered faintly under the golden light of the candles. The fabric was smooth and soft against my skin, the neckline modest yet elegant, and the skirt flowed like water when I moved. My mother fastened the moon-shaped pendant around my neck, the same one from my childhood box.
"You look perfect," she whispered, her eyes glistening. "Just like the daughter of a king."
I smiled faintly, trying not to let my nerves show. "Perfectly terrified, maybe."
She chuckled softly and kissed my forehead. "You'll be fine. Peter will be there."
When I finally stepped into the hallway, two guards bowed and opened the grand double doors leading to the ballroom. The moment I entered, the sound of music softened, and hundreds of eyes turned toward me.
