The weekend arrived, and with it, the night of the much-anticipated party. Raelynn sat in the middle of her spacious room as people worked around Raelynn like a hive of busy bees. Hera stood behind her, carefully twisting and pinning her hair into something elegant, while Felix and his team hovered nearby, adjusting the fit of her dress and applying the final touches of makeup.
"Hold still," Hera scolded softly, her hands steady as she added the finishing touch to Raelynn's hair.
"I am still," Raelynn grumbled, though her hands betrayed her by toying with the edge of her dress.
On the other side of the room, Sloane stood with wide, sparkling eyes, practically bouncing on her toes as she observed the transformation. "Raelynn, you look gorgeous! That dress—oh my god, it's perfect on you! And your hair, it's like something out of a fairytale. Elion won't know what hit him!"
