Silver's heart raced with excitement when Noah, Abraham, and Natalie stepped into her hospital ward, their faces beaming with joy.
"You're officially discharged, princess," Noah announced with a dramatic bow.
Silver gasped, clapping her hands together. "Finally! I was starting to feel like a caged bird in here."
Natalie chuckled and handed her a soft pink gown. "Here, wear this. It's elegant but comfortable—perfect for your grand return."
Silver took the gown and stepped into the bathroom to change. When she emerged a few minutes later, she looked breathtaking. The delicate fabric hugged her figure perfectly, making her look like a real-life Barbie doll. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and despite the bandage on her head, she radiated beauty and grace.
Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn, Silver, are you sure you're not an actual princess? Because you're glowing."
