King Arturo’s Birthday

Abbie's POV

It was late afternoon, and we were finally preparing for King Arturo's party. My mom and queen Elena left last night, leaving me feeling empty again. I just met them, and I already miss them so much.

I placed the last of my mascara on, sighing nervously. I've never been to a royal party before, so I can't help feeling the anxiety rise in me.

"You look so beautiful, Abbie!" my best friend, Marissa, says as she walks up the stairs to my room and sees me staring into the body-length mirror.

I chose a beautiful design that Luna Mila had suggested for me. It was a long ball gown in dark blue with a sweetheart neckline, strapless, and a beautiful crossed lace on the back. The skirt was big, like a princess dress, flowing beautifully, ending in a gorgeous embroidered design that looked like a frost was rising onto the skirt in the same dark blue tone as the dress.

I went with my hair down, leaving it in loose curls, and pinned it up slightly on my left side, revealing the silver