"Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess of the blessed Empire of Wisteria, Princess Cynthia Amaryll De Klaern is about to make her entrance!"
I hesitantly glanced back at Martha when the M.C. called my name, or rather the princess's name. Martha made a V shape with her thumb and index finger, telling me to arrange my pink stained lips in a charming smile.
Turning back to the door, I arranged the neckline of my dress and fanned the skirt out to tame any potential wrinkles. The diamond embedded tiara on my head felt heavy as I fixed it into position. Then my hands overlapped on my skirt and I smiled without showing my teeth, hoping it didn't look forced.
I could already hear the excited chatter of all the guests and the light instrumental music played by the large commission of talented musicians appointed specially for this event. These people were separated from me by this one wall which I was about to pass through at any moment.
