At this moment, Amalia regretted wearing gloves, yet still curved her lips into a soft smile, her gentle voice.
"Wait for me, sister."
With that, Amalia carried her wine glass towards Duke Cedric Velmont. Astrid watched her leave, slender white fingers gripping the stem of her glass.
For the Empress of the Empire, even her coming-of-age ceremony wasn't entirely relaxing.
Giant crystal chandeliers hung from intricately carved ceilings, casting dazzling brilliance. Bright light reflected off the room's golden and silver tableware and glittering gemstones, making the entire reception hall as bright as day.
The men wore either long robes or ornate coats, their chests adorned with golden and silver floral medals symbolizing honor and status. The women all wore luxurious long gowns, their trailing hems decorated with elaborate embroidery and jewels.
