Meticulous hands brushed the ebony hair that cascaded from their lady's head. Cailina had her eyes closed while her maids prepared her for her ceremony. She smelled the familiar perfume in the air as memories flooded her without warning.
She took a deep breath as it was not a time to be sentimental and think of the things that happened.
Today was a special event in her life. Tears should not ruin it.
"Beautiful as always, my Lady."
Fione complimented with a smile. She met her Lady's gaze in front of the mirror as the latter wore an amiable expression.
Any lady would be excited if this kind of today arrived, but the Lady surely treated it as another matter to finish.
"Is my brother ready?" Cailina asked.
She reached her hands as her white silk gloves slipped easily into the spaces of her fingers. A last glance at her reflection and examined the woman in front of her.
