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Princess Yeri.

I, Camille, and Mehera are standing together in the grand hall. Our eyes sweep over the vast space that would soon be transformed for the twin’s birthday celebration. The room is adorned with high, arched windows that lets in streams of golden sunlight, illuminating the intricate tapestries and marble floors. I am dressed in a light blue gown and my hair is styled in soft waves, a delicate circlet rests atop my head. I gestured with my hands, envisioning where the decorations and tables would be placed.

Camille is standing to my right, she is wearing a deep green dress that complements her auburn hair, which was braided elegantly down her back. She has a keen eye for detail, pointing out areas that could be enhanced with floral arrangements and colourful banners. Her expression was focused, and often times, we burst into laughter as she continues tease me about this morning. She won’t let me forget about it even if I wanted to.

Mehera is on the other side of the hall, i