The wedding day.
Morning.
Erinette stood with her usual calm and serious expression, supervising all the preparations that morning. The space had been transformed, a long red carpet led to a flower-adorned altar, rows of chairs were neatly arranged, and delicate floral arches framed the aisle.
She directed the household maids with precise, clear instructions, her voice carrying softly across the open space.
"Ensure the floral arrangements along the main aisle are symmetrical and fresh. The silk runners must be perfectly aligned, no wrinkles, no misplacement. The silverware for the reception must be polished properly. This is a royal wedding. Every detail reflects the dignity of the Armand family."
Erisa stood beside her, attentive and poised, ready to relay orders or step in where needed.
Erinette nudged her glasses slightly and spoke to Erisa, her tone formal and measured, befitting her position as the second-highest-ranking authority among the estate staff.
