"…" — With as silent an audience as I was supposed to be mute, I strolled and came to stand before the mirror, looking at myself… who looked fresh yet mature… in a dress of burgundy, white and golden details just like the colours of my chambers I have come to appreciate so much.
"My lady…" — I heard Paige sigh, awestruck at the sight of my reflex while I also admired the fabric covering my neck that was decorated luxuriously hiding what was underneath for it had not healed completely, aware that such part of the dress was not originally in the design but was recently requested by my detail-oriented, and thoughtful father…
