After returning to the mansion, Rosalena was filled with excitement for the ball. A bright, cheerful smile spread across her face as she lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of the grand event. Soon, sleep claimed her, bringing dreams of dazzling lights and elegant dances.
The next morning, the estate buzzed with energy. The designer had sent over the custom-made gowns, carefully packed in luxurious boxes.
"Good morning, my lady," her maid Nayana greeted as she entered the room. "The designer has delivered your dresses."
Rosalena sat up, stretching gracefully. "Already? Let's see them."
With Nayana's help, she got ready for the evening. The maids carefully styled her hair, applied delicate makeup, and finally dressed her in the breathtaking gown.
As she gazed into the mirror, she couldn't help but be amazed.
Her dress was a masterpiece—a deep red gown shimmering with gemstones, each one catching the light like tiny stars. Her jewelry, adorned with ruby stones, perfectly matched her mesmerizing red eyes. Her lips, painted a soft pink, gleamed like rose petals.
Nayana clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling. "My lady, you are the most beautiful princess in the empire!"
Rosalena smiled at the compliment.
Once she was ready, she gracefully descended the grand staircase.
Her father and brother, waiting in the foyer, turned toward her—and froze.
Their eyes widened in awe, and for a moment, they were speechless. The Duke's eyes glistened with emotion, and Christopher clenched his fists as if trying to steady himself.
She looked just like their mother.
Airna soon joined them, wearing a stunning blue dress that perfectly complemented her crystal-blue eyes. The Duke, seeing his two daughters so radiant, beamed with pride.
"My precious girls…" he murmured, shaking his head in wonder.
Then, his expression darkened slightly as he turned back to Rosalena. "If that damn Crown Prince dares to hurt you, just tell me. I'll kill him."
Christopher, standing beside their father, nodded firmly. "I'll protect my sister, Father."
Rosalena chuckled softly. "Father, do you really think I'm weak? Do I seem like someone who can be bullied that easily?"
The Duke let out a deep, hearty laugh before pulling her into a warm embrace. "That's my girl. Take care of yourself, my dear."
She returned the hug. "I will, Father."
With everything prepared, Rosalena, Christopher, and Airna stepped into the grand carriage, heading toward the Imperial Palace—where the Crown Prince's ball awaited them.