Celia felt like she was having an out of body experience as she was helped into her navy blue dress by one of the maids.
Her mid length brown hair had been brushed so the natural texture curled gently towards the end and then was pinned off of her face at the side. The maid had even offered her a bit of rouge for her cheeks and lips saying it would suit her olive toned skin.
The seamster had brought the dress early that morning and, after a knocker had come to wake her up, it was right to getting ready to visit the palace.
She felt too nervous to be in front of so many people but she told herself to keep it together for Henry's sake.
Once the dress was on, she pulled on leather boots appropriate for the freezing cold weather.
From what she could tell from above, the dress was marvelous. She felt more beautiful than she did even on her wedding day.
