In the grand hall of the Argent Palace, the night was preparing to sparkle. You waited outside the room, the anxiety mingling with excitement for the ball celebrating Rosantine Arzen’s coming of age. The anticipation of the union between two noble families, with your marriage already arranged, hung in the air.

The door opened, revealing Rosantine. She dazzled in a deep blue dress with golden and white accents that highlighted her ethereal beauty. The gown, adorned with delicate ribbons and lace, flowed gracefully with her movements. Her long blonde hair was loose in soft waves, and a golden crown with blue details completed her majestic look.

“Oh, I’m so glad you came,” she said, her gentle smile lighting up her face. Her eyes sparkled with the same vivacity that her dress promised for the unfolding evening.