As Nnenna spoke, a knock came at the door.
Little Sweetie turned, pressed her palm to the scanner, and the door slid open with a soft chime. A maid stepped in, curtsying gracefully.
"Princess," she greeted, her tone respectful but warm. "A birthday gift from Prince Carl."
"Oh?" Nnenna blinked, surprised. "I wasn't expecting any gifts, he already planned the entire coronation."
The maid smiled politely, set a small golden box on the dressing table, and bowed out.
Little Sweetie checked the seal carefully before placing it fully on the table. "It's safe," she said.
Nnenna tugged at the golden wrapping, curiosity sparking in her eyes. The moment she lifted the lid, her breath caught.
Inside, resting on a cushion of white silk, was a pair of gold heels, not just ordinary gold, but the kind that seemed to breathe light. Each strap shimmered softly, catching the reflection of the chandelier above.
