A maid moved as she helped Ariana with her dress straps. Ariana stood in front of the mirror. She was wearing a high-neck dress; it was simple, not heavy. Her hair, gelled wavy as a crown, rested on her head. She had woken up this late—it was already afternoon—and it seemed Zavren had gone out for some important matters.
They had… well, they had done it till sunrise. Her face flushed again. In fact, the main reason for her high-necked dress was because of the love mark her husband had tattooed on her last night.
She could not help but stare at the smile that had formed on her lips and the light that now shone in her eyes, those light that she thought would not come fully.
The maid moved as she bowed that she was done before speaking.
"Your food has been prepared at the dining table for you, Luna Ariana," she said, deepening her bow. Ariana nodded with a smile, raising her hand gently to dismiss her.
