One of them hesitated before speaking softly, "My lady… the dress seems a little loose."
I knew it! Something was wrong with this dress.
I asked, "Can anyone fix it?" but the room fell silent.
After a moment, a servant spoke softly, "Why don't we fit the dress according to you?"
With that, they began tightening the dress around me. But instead of fixing the problem, it only made me feel even more uncomfortable.
They said, "All done! Now you are ready, Your Majesty!"
But my mind was spiraling, stressing over what I should do next.
And then… came my savior.
A knock echoed at the door. As it opened, I froze, completely stunned by who stood there.
It was Mira.
She was wearing the dress I had given her, all dressed up and looking so breathtaking that even a prince would fall for her.
She, too, stood there with her mouth slightly open, stunned by how I looked for the wedding.
A soft smile appeared on my face as I saw her.
The next moment, she rushed toward me and exclaimed, "Oh gosh, you look so beautiful!"
"So do you," I said with a smile.
We were holding hands, almost jumping with excitement like little kids.
Then, suddenly, I remembered the problem.
Turning to the others, I said, "You can all leave now. I'll come with her."
They all bowed respectfully before leaving the room.
When they all left, I turned to Mira and said softly,
"Sorry, but I have a problem."
"What?" she asked, concerned.
"The dress!" I sighed. "It's so loose that it's nearly slipping off me. Even the servants noticed it, but they didn't do a thing about it."
Mira glanced at me and nodded. "Yeah, I can see that. Well, it's not really their fault. If they ruin this dress by mistake, they'd face a very harsh punishment. I think that's why they didn't dare touch it."
Saying that, she began inspecting the dress carefully.
After a moment, she whispered, her tone sharp, "Someone has removed the inner margin… this was done intentionally."
"What? Really?" I gasped. "I thought I had just lost some weight!"
She looked at me with a hint of hopelessness in her eyes before saying,
"Whatever you can find about the culprit later. For now, we need to fix your dress. I know what to do, but you'll have to trust me on this one. Will you?"
I met her gaze and replied without hesitation, "Well, this isn't even a question. Please—help me."
Mira's lips curved into a reassuring smile as she nodded. Then, without wasting a moment, she moved behind me and began working on the dress.
She pulled a thin ribbon from her own waist sash and threaded it through the inner seams, tightening the fabric with practiced precision. With every careful tug, the dress began to shape itself more gracefully around me. She smoothed the folds with her palms, pinning certain places with tiny golden pins she had tucked in her hair like ornaments.
Within minutes, the loose and slipping fabric transformed into a perfectly fitted gown, elegant and secure.
When she stepped back to admire her work, Mira whispered, almost proudly, "There… now you look exactly as you should—a queen ready for her wedding."
I was left in pure admiration—the dress looked even more beautiful than before.
Overcome with happiness, I found myself spinning in front of the mirror, while Mira watched me with the same admiration glowing in her eyes.
But the playfulness didn't last long. A sudden knock echoed at the door, followed by a servant's voice:
"It's time, miss. Please walk through the aisle."
Mira looked at me with a soft smile and whispered, "It's your time now—go shine."
I placed the beautiful long veil over my head, gathered the grand bouquet of fresh, fragrant flowers, and took a steady breath.
Then, I walked down the aisle.
Each step carried the grace of royalty, and the gown flowed perfectly with my movements. I could feel the guests' eyes on me, their awe almost tangible. And there, standing at the end, was Rayan—dressed immaculately, his face flushed red, blushing so much it almost seemed as if he were the bride instead of me.
When I reached him, I leaned closer and whispered, "How do I look?"
Rayan's lips curved into a shy smile as he replied in the same hushed tone, "Well, my face says it all. I think even the guests and servants can already tell how I feel."
We both exchanged a smile—soft, private, and full of joy—momentarily forgetting the weight of the royal wedding surrounding us.
Soon, every gaze was fixed on us. In front of me stood an entire hall filled with royals and the wealthiest of merchants, their jewels glittering under the golden chandeliers.
Among them, I caught sight of Mira, who had finally taken her seat after helping me—her mother sitting proudly beside her.
And then, the wedding began.
The priest recited the sacred vows, his deep voice echoing across the grand hall. We exchanged rings, a symbol of eternity, while flower petals rained gently from above. As I placed my hand in Rayan's, the hall erupted into joyous applause. Trumpets played, and the royal banners unfurled, sealing our union before the world.