The next day, Ophelia awoke to the gentle rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. As she stretched and yawned, the memories of the previous day's celebration flooded back. The dance with Prince Zurabi, the playful banter, and the unspoken tension lingered in her mind.
She quickly got ready for the day, the events of the celebration still fresh in her thoughts. As she descended the grand staircase of the Lockhart estate, she was greeted by the bustling activity of the household staff preparing for the day ahead.
The head butler approached her with a bow. "Good morning, Lady Ophelia. I trust you had a restful night?"
"Good morning," Ophelia replied with a nod. "Yes, I did. How is the estate fairing after the celebration?"
"The cleanup is underway, and everything is being restored to its usual order. The guests spoke highly of the festivities, and it seems the celebration was a success."
