The next morning, a team of professional makeup artists arrived.
After the servant opened the door for them, they were led to Nancy’s bedroom while she went off to prepare some refreshments.
Two hours later, when it was almost time to leave, the servant gently knocked on the door. “Luna, are you ready?”
“All set,” Nancy replied, pushing the door open.
She walked out wearing a silk dress—strapless, off-the-shoulder, cinched at the waist, and flaring out like layers of cascading rose petals.
On her, the dress didn’t steal the spotlight; it just made her shine even brighter.
With bold eye makeup and red lips, her beauty was almost blinding—so much so the servant forgot to breathe until Nancy was practically in front of her. Snapping back to her senses, she blurted, “I’ll g
