Heather stood nearby, her eyes glaring fiercely at me. Over a dozen maids skillfully and swiftly prepared my coronation attire. Despite the number of people, their busy hands moved in perfect harmony, with only the soft rustling of fabric filling the air. Apart from that, the entire chamber was silent except for the sound of my breathing.
As I gazed at the stunning reflection in the mirror, I felt like a joyful fish, bubbling with sweet excitement. My heart was brimming with joy, knowing that this time I could outshine that narcissistic Lionel!
The thought of Lionel made me frown again. If it weren't for Barnett barging in impatiently, I probably wouldn't have been able to get out of bed until noon, leaving my limbs weak and numb. Even standing made me feel unsteady.
