In the evening, Rose and Grace gathered in Isabella’s room to help her prepare for the ceremony. Rose worked on her hair, curling it softly, while Grace applied a touch of makeup that enhanced her natural beauty without hiding it.
When everything was ready, they helped her into the red gown chosen especially for tonight. The rich fabric hugged her figure, and the color seemed to bring warmth to her pale skin. Once her hair was set and her makeup done, Isabella stepped in front of the mirror.
For a moment, she didn’t recognize herself.
“Wow…” she whispered under her breath. She looked elegant, different—almost like someone who belonged in this world.
“Thank you, Rose… and… mother,” she said, hesitating at the last word. It still felt strange to call someone else that, but she knew she w
