Elara and two other maids bustled around Daphne's room, making sure she was ready for the ball. Her golden blond hair was exquisitely styled, twisted into curls that framed her face.
The diadem sitted comfortably on her hair. Her makeup was soft, only enhancing her natural beauty.
As the two maids finished up, Elara went to retrieve the main event: the dress from the large box Kael had delivered.
The dress was a stunning red, the deep color of a perfect rose, with a bodice and skirt that flowed like wine. It was breathtaking, a gown that seemed to have been made for the "Rose of Eldoria."
Daphne stared, speechless. It was beautiful, very perfect for the occasion. Alaric always left her speechless with his choice of dresses. He knew her better than anyone else, knew the kind of beauty that best spoke to her.
