Alexandra sat before the vanity table, watching her reflection in the mirror as the maids delicately worked with her hair. She had requested something simple, and they obliged, leaving her hair loose but decorating it with ornate, shimmering pins that glinted in the soft light. When they finished, she stood and thanked them. They bowed in unison before leaving the room.
Walking to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Alexandra admired the elegant dress she wore. It was a striking design—a one-shouldered black corset gown. The left sleeve draped gracefully down her arm, while her right arm remained bare, her soft skin exposed. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, and she held the sides of the skirt lightly, letting it flow around her. The gown was undeniably beautiful, and for once, she felt like she belonged in it.
