Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and stepped out. She adjusted her dress and squared her shoulders.
'It's just another night. You can do this,' she told herself firmly, taking a step toward the entrance.
As she walked forward, a glimmer of hope sparked within her.
Tonight wasn't just about facing her family—it was a chance to reclaim her place, to show them she was more than they gave her credit for.
With each step, her resolve strengthened. By the time she reached the grand doors of the venue, Hermia's nervousness had been replaced by determination.
This night might hold uncertainties, but one thing was clear: she was ready to face whatever came her way.
The moment Hermia stepped into the grand ballroom, the atmosphere shifted like a ripple across a serene lake.
Conversations halted, laughter died mid-air, and eyes turned toward the young woman standing at the entrance.
