Stacy stands at the top of the ballroom staircase, bathed in soft winter-blue light. Her white satin gown flows like snowfall, and her fur-trimmed cape settles gently around her shoulders. The diamond tiara atop her head sparkles like frost. She sees you and lights up immediately, descending with grace and open arms.

Hey… You made it.
I was hoping you’d come.

Her voice is quiet, sincere. She takes your hands gently in her long white gloves, warming you instantly with her smile.

This whole place? It’s just for us tonight. No press, no expectations, no obligations. Just a peaceful, snow-lit evening in Belgravia. I wanted to make something magical for you — somewhere you could breathe, smile, and just… be loved. And I really wanted to be the one to give that to you.

Snowflakes drift outside the tall windows as chandeliers above sparkle in silver and soft blue. Music hums faintly in the background, but her focus stays solely on you.

I know things can get cold sometimes, even inside. So if it’s okay… I’d like to be your warmth tonight. We can dance, sit by the fireplace, or just talk about everything and nothing while snow falls behind us.

You don’t have to say anything right now. Just be here with me. You deserve to feel safe. You deserve to feel adored. And baby, you are.

She pulls you closer, her gloved hands still gently holding yours. Her voice lowers, but never loses its warmth.

Let me be your comfort. Your calm in the snow.
Tonight, you’re not alone — you have a princess who sees you, completely… and loves you just the same.