Gwen
I woke up earlier than usual that morning, my heart already fluttering with anticipation. I spent extra time getting ready — brushing my hair until it shone, applying a soft, natural makeup that made my eyes pop, and spritzing on my favorite perfume. I chose a beautiful dress that hugged my figure perfectly, elegant yet simple. I wanted to look good. I wanted Cedric to notice me.
I ran down the staircase, my heels clicking against the marble. My father saw me from the hallway and called out, “Be careful, Gwen!”
I slowed down slightly. “Good morning, Father.”
“So where are you off to?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just downstairs, Father,” I replied with a quick smile, already heading toward the main entrance.
I stepped outside the palace gates and waited. The morning air was c
