Bab 151: The Royal Entrance

Mira sat gracefully on the well-polished stool, its foam padding soft beneath her. Facing the mirror, she watched as the makeup artist began her work, her hands moving with practiced precision. Mira's hair was already styled to perfection, adorned with delicate, shiny silver pins that sparkled under the light. The hairpins matched beautifully with her overall look, enhancing her natural elegance.

The makeup artist worked deliberately, each stroke purposeful and precise. When she finally finished, she gestured for Mira to stand. Mira admired her reflection, marveling at how smooth and radiant her face appeared. It was as though she glowed effortlessly, even without the makeup—though the makeup added a touch of polished beauty. Mira smiled softly, feeling a sense of pride in how everything had come together. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. A deep sense of calm washed over her, a brief moment of peace before the bustling events ahead.