'Just be yourself'
Deciding to stop overthinking, she opened the Uber app and ordered a ride to her destination.
Satisfied with her plan, she opened her bedroom door, pausing to give herself one last look in the mirror hanging on the wall.
The sight of her dress, perfectly tailored and effortlessly elegant, gave her a boost of confidence.
'God, I need to eat,' she groaned when her stomach grumbled.
Descending the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen, where the familiar aroma of herbs and spices greeted her.
Mr. Grayson, the family cook, was at the counter, chopping vegetables with a precision that spoke of years of experience.
He glanced up as she entered and immediately stopped what he was doing. "Miss Hermia," he said warmly, his gruff voice laced with genuine affection. "You look… breathtaking."
Hermia smiled shyly, smoothing down her dress. "Thank you, Mr. Grayson. You're too kind."
