The gentle afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows in the luxurious suite. Delphinia stood by the vanity, carefully fastening a pair of pearl earrings when a sudden knock on the door made her pause.
Before she could answer, the door creaked open, and to her utter shock, a whole line of people began filing into the room. Makeup artists, hairstylists, dressers—each one carrying bags, cases, and rolling carts filled with beauty tools and designer gowns.
"What is…" Delphinia blinked, taking a step back. "What's happening?"
From behind the small army, Elaine appeared with a bright smile, arms folded smugly across her chest. "I called them."
Delphinia's mouth fell open. "You called… all of them?"
"Of course." Elaine's eyes sparkled mischievously. "You're the lady of the house now. Did you think you'd get away with doing your hair and makeup alone for Evander's birthday party?"