Elora waved for the ghost to leave, the temperature went back to normal, and she didn't feel like going back to work.
She sorted the files she had worked on from those she planned to finish tomorrow, then pushed her chair back and stood up.
She was about to leave when a knock came at the door, "Enter." She called out to the person on the other side.
The butler opened the door. "Your Majesty, the outfits for the event are ready, but they still require your fitting before a new set of accessories can be made," Albert reported quickly. A flicker of helpless frustration crossed his eyes when Elora frowned at the mention of ceremonial attire.
If she were left alone, she might have picked one of her comfortable gowns from her wardrobe to host the event. Albert shuddered at the thought.
"Just create comfortable jewelry that matches the gown—there's no need for my involvement—" Elora was cut off by Albert's exaggerated, shocked tone.
