Hazel’s POV
Everything was falling into place for the ball.
The grand ballroom looked like a dream—crystal chandeliers sparkling, white roses cascading from the entrance arch, deep red roses arranged in elegant vases inside. Servants moved quickly, setting up things, hanging garlands of fresh flowers.
I wanted every detail perfect. This was my first ball as queen, and I refused to let anyone compare me to Liora. I wanted it so good they wouldn’t even remember her name.
“Your Majesty, where should we put this?” one of the maids asked, holding up a large decorative lantern.
I pointed. “Hang that at the entrance. Remember, I want the white roses outside and the red roses inside. Make sure the lighting is soft but bright enough for people to see each other clearly.”
“Yes, my queen.” The
