After their treats the two of them rushed back to the palace, "I let the maid know to help you! I see you at dinner try to be a little late! You'll make an entrance!" Isolde nodded, clutching the exquisite green gown to her chest as she hurried back to her chambers. The palace was a labyrinth of opulent corridors and grand staircases, but she navigated it with newfound confidence, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she entered her room, she found the maid from earlier already waiting on her.
"Good evening, my lady," the maid greeted her softly. Isolde flushed, "Forgive me for calling you again I-I need some help." The maid smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting genuine kindness. "Not at all, my lady. I am here to assist you. You must be excited for the dinner tonight." She gestured to the gown Isolde was holding. "That is a stunning piece. May I help you prepare?"
