Reina sat in front of the ornate mirror, its gilded frame reflecting her anxious expression as Xenia worked meticulously to dress and make her up.
The room was filled with the soft rustling of fabric and the faint scent of jasmine from the flowers arranged by the window.
Xenia's deft hands moved with practiced precision, pinning Reina's hair to fall elegantly over the right side of her neck, a style chosen to enhance her allure. Despite the calm and steady hands of her maid, Reina's nerves were frayed, the enormity of the task ahead weighing heavily on her.
"You have to look your best, my lady," Xenia said, her voice gentle yet firm. She applied the finishing touches to Reina's makeup, ensuring every detail was perfect. Reina's eyes, usually so expressive and warm, now reflected a mixture of fear and determination.
