Ofelia’s POV
The night of the charity gala arrived faster than I expected.
All day, the mansion had been busier than usual. Staff moved from room to room carrying flowers, garment bags, makeup cases, jewelry boxes, and things I didn’t even know rich people needed for one event. Victoria was in her element, giving instructions with a bright smile while somehow looking calm and graceful.
I, on the other hand, was nervous.
By evening, I was sitting in front of the mirror in my bedroom while Victoria stood behind me, carefully adjusting a strand of my hair. The sapphire-blue gown hung beautifully on my body, the soft fabric fitting me like it had been made only for me. My makeup was simple but elegant. My hair was pinned up with a few loose curls framing my face.
For a moment, I didn’t re
