Astrid stepped out of her car, in a stunning, floor-length gown made of silk and chiffon.
The gown was a radiant shade of emerald green, perfectly complementing her porcelain skin.
Her long, hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, with subtle, shimmering silver threads woven throughout.
The hair was styled in an elegant updo, with a few loose strands framing her heart-shaped face.
As she stood before her father's mansion, a mix of emotions played across her face.
Her eyes seemed to cloud over as if memories were rising to the surface. Her full, rosy lips pressed together.
The memories were the kind she wanted to remember, but she needed to push them aside.
As Astrid stepped into the grand foyer of her father's mansion, the security man's eyes widened in recognition.
