The moment Diana and I stepped into the party hall, the air shifted.Conversations faltered mid-sentence, music softened, and a wave of attention rolled toward us. Heads turned, eyes widened, and for one brief, delicious moment, it felt as if the whole room had been waiting for my arrival.My gown — my mother’s masterpiece — lived through its function, so strikingly deep it seemed to drink in the light, only to spill it back in silver-thread embroidery that shimmered like constellations across the fabric. Every step sent the skirt rippling, the tiny beadwork at the hem winking like droplets of frozen starlight.My now white hair, streaked with a few stubborn black strands, had been coiled into an intricate style, each twist catching the glow from the chandeliers above. Mother had wanted me to look like a queen’s equal. From the murmurs swelling around us, I knew she had succeeded.My ears drank in the murmurs greedily while my brain consumed them rapidly.Oh my God, Laura outdid herse
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