Hazel's POV
The tables were adorned with elegant linens and sparkling silverware, white crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting dancing patterns of light across the room. Soft music gently wafted through the heavy air, adding to the enchanting atmosphere.
I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. This was more than I ever dreamed of for my engagement party. It was like stepping into a fairy tale, a magical world where anything was possible.
I turned to the head guard, no less grateful. "It's perfect," I whispered.
He smiled proudly, as would a little kid to his new toy.
"It's my pleasure," he says. I walked back to the room happily to get ready. The room is busy with servants trying to get everything I'll be needing in order.
"Thank Goodness you're back" the stylist exclaimed when she saw me waltzing towards the mirror, she placing the most beautiful red dress I've ever seen against my body.
