In the main stands, a seat was reserved for His Majesty the King. Princess Blanche and many other noblewomen were also in attendance.
Regardless of how the nobles might gossip about Blanche behind her back, today was the Princess's birthday. They all gathered around her, lavishing her with compliments on her beauty and well wishes.
Blanche responded politely. It was only on her birthday each year that she truly felt like a princess, with everyone fawning over her.
"Your Highness, the shawl you're wearing seems… a bit different?"
The noblewomen and their daughters had a sharp eye, especially since fashion was one of their primary daily concerns.
They had long since noticed that Blanche's shawl was different.
From its appearance alone, the shawl possessed a unique luster, while their own gowns, though woven from high-quality wool and velvet, had a much duller sheen.
Blanche glanced down at the shawl, a smile playing on her lips and revealing two small dimples.
