Not Everyone Can Attend

She didn't need their help; she could make herself look stunning without them.

After ensuring everything was perfect, Diana stepped back and surveyed her reflection one last time. 

The gown was flawless, her hair immaculate, and her makeup sharp enough to cut glass.

Satisfied, she turned and walked to the door, her heels clicking against the polished floor. 

Lord Jonathan was waiting just outside, dressed in a crisp suit that made him look every bit the part of a noble escort. 

His eyes lit up as she appeared, and he offered her a charming smile.

"Lady Diana," he greeted her, bowing slightly. "You look as radiant as ever."

"Spare me the flattery," Diana replied coolly, though a faint smirk played at her lips. "Shall we go? I don't want to be late."

"Of course," Lord Jonathan said, stepping aside to allow her to pass before falling into step beside her.