Many hours were enacted and the sun finally set. The twins were beautifully dressed up and looked after by the maids.
Mirabel stood in front of the mirror staring at herself with a pessimistic expression on her face. Her black raven hair was neatly adorned with golden jewelry, and her face was painted a bit. Her emerald green eyes stared through the mirror with pain apparent in them.
If she has no luck, today might be the last day she will glimpse this earth and the people she loves.
A low sigh left her lips, and she sadly smiled at herself. She fluttered her lashes when teardrops threatened to fall from her eyes, and she used a small piece of white clothing to dab them off.
"My lady, the guests are all present in the hall, and the Supreme Alpha requests your presence." A blonde-haired maid reported with her head lowered.
Mirabel took a deep breath and lifted her dress a bit with her hands, then made her way to the maid.
