Eva POV
Andora
I looked at my reflection in the mirror! I looked stunning as always. Today was the day of my betrothal and I had to look lovelier than any other woman present today.
That was actually not difficult. I was already a famed beauty with my mother's shimmering blonde hair, and her dark blue eyes. The famed jewels of Andora glittered at my throat, over a daringly scooped neckline that left little to the imagination of any onlooker. The poor Duke of Azkan had nothing on me. I wore a deep rich red dress, with tiny silver stars and sequins on the bodice. The dress was cinched tight at my tiny waist and and then flowed out in scoops across, with lines and lines of shimmering silver sequins till the end. It was beautiful. My deep golden hair was tied in an elegant chignon, with one or two curls, placed across the side of my head, just so. My face was made up perfectly and the deep red of the dress was replicate don my lips.
