2 A Toast to My Fiancé

Sibyl’s POV

I was standing in my room.

The small bedroom was separated by a translucent curtain.

I was standing inside the curtain. There were neatly folded tunics and gowns beside the bed, and some fine pearls and jewels on the dresser.

My hand gently touched those luxurious clothes and decorations. The expensive silk has a unique touch, making it feel like you are touching the clouds in the sky. Gold threads were compiled in it, but did not add to its weight. Instead, a warm feeling is born in the contact between the gold leaf and the skin. And those pearls growing from the deep sea with a faint silver luminescence, as if to add a sacred and mysterious attraction to her master.

As a princess, I had never seen such a gorgeous dress. I had only read in books about these things that only the royal family could own. They certainly did not belong to me, but were lent to me by the Queen as my gown to meet my fiancé tonight.

I took off my own old, washed-out dress while recalling the conve