The twilight painted the sky in golden and pink hues, while the corridors of the mansion radiated an aura of anticipation. Irelia stood before the large mirror in the main hall, adjusting her cream-colored dress, which, in her eyes, felt tighter than it should. The delicate lace on her shoulders and the golden details at the waist gave the piece a refined touch, but it didn't help improve her mood.
"I still can't believe I'm wearing this," she murmured, crossing her arms in frustration, her face slightly flushed.
Adalric, standing beside her, couldn't help but grin mischievously. "Oh, drop the drama, Irelia. You look stunning. I'm sure anyone who looks at you today will agree."
Irelia rolled her eyes. "That only makes things worse, uncle. I'm a warrior, not a… display doll."
Adalric chuckled heartily, but before he could make another tease, he looked down the corridor and gestured. "Ah, looks like the final piece has arrived."
