At the center of attention was Ana Lucy, a vision of ethereal beauty, adorned in a flowing gown that shimmered with the crystal attached to it.
The fabric clung to her slender figure, transforming with every graceful movement, as if the very stars had woven themselves into her black dress.
Her hair glimmered gold, cascading like a waterfall, framing her delicate features. The townsfolk whispered of her grace, she appeared as if she had emerged from a fable.
Beside her, however, stood Mr. Matteo Smith—a stark contrast to the radiant atmosphere. With a face shadowed in gloom, he mumbled polite greetings to the guests, his eyes often drifting from Ana Lucy to the floor.
Unlike when he was in the presence of the boisterous sister, Elisa, who sparkled with life and laughter, today he appeared a reluctant heir begrudgingly fulfilling a his obligation as commanded by his father.
He was the quintessential daddy's boy, molded by his father's expectations
