Lumina sat before the tall mirror, her back straight but her heart heavy, as she watched Stella move carefully behind her.
The soft rustle of fabric filled the chamber while nimble fingers adjusted layers of silk and lace, smoothing every crease with practiced ease.
Morning light slipped through the tall windows, brushing against the polished glass and reflecting a woman who looked composed yet distant.
There was a quiet sadness in Lumina's eyes, that even Stella still did not know.
Their greatest wish had come to pass, yet Lumina could not bring herself to share it. The secret rested deep within her, fragile and precious, something she feared would break if spoken to soon. It felt strange, holding joy so tightly while wearing silence like a second skin.
At the same time, Lumina could not help but admire Stella's reflection beside her.
There was a gentle beauty to her maid, something sincere and unforced.
