(3rd person P.O.V)
On the day of the banquet, the entire area was busy with preparation. Servants moved quickly, finalizing the decorations, making sure that each dish was placed perfectly on the long tables, and the music matched the mood for the night.
Elena sat before a large mirror, her hands trembling slightly as the attendants mounted the sensitive straps of her emerald robe. The material hugged her curves, flowing gracefully down to the floor, decorated with silver embroidery that shimmered under the candlelight.
Her dark hair was styled into cascading curls pinned delicately with silver hairpins shaped like tiny crescent moons. The very last touch changed into a necklace, a sensitive piece that Oliver had gifted her—a sapphire pendant resting just above her collarbone.