Amelia stood before the mirror, looking at her reflection with a faint smile.
She was dressed in a crimson dress with a large silver flower on her left shoulder and matching silver hanging earrings that reached her collarbone.
With matching red latex gloves and her hair in a messy bun, she looked the epitome of beauty and elegance.
Miss Quinn, who put a silver belt around her waist, smiled in appraisal.
"You are truly stunning, Princess," Miss Quinn said before she pouted.
Seeing the sad look on her face, Amelia turned around.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I am so mad you can't show your face at the Lunar Ball and tell them you are King Cyrus' wife. I mean, I understand the former King's concern, but…" Miss Quinn didn't know how to express her feelings, and Amelia chuckled at her.
