Chapter 135: Day One...

The soft morning light streamed in through Emerald’s balcony doors, casting a warm glow on the edges of her curtains. She sat at her dressing table, her hair half-pinned up and a ribbon hanging loosely between her fingers.

The estate was alive with activity as everyone got ready for the festival. You could hear laughter, the sound of glasses clinking, and the rush of footsteps in the hallways.