Chapter 45

Eliza’s POV

The day of the ball came around way too soon, and I pushed aside any anxiety that kept threatening to consume me.

“You look so amazing. I'm so excited for everyone to meet you.” Abbie clapped her hands together and jumped up with excitement.

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. Abbie had worked her magic, transforming me into a vision of loveliness.

"Thank you, Abbie," I said, admiring the elegant gown she had chosen for me. The silk fabric shimmered in the light, and the delicate embroidery seemed to dance across the bodice. I felt like a princess, truly.

Abbie beamed with pride. "You're welcome, Princess. I knew you would look perfect in this dress. You're a natural beauty, after all."

I chuckled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Abbie. She had been a godsend since I arrived at the palace, helping me to navigate the complex world of royal protocol and etiquette. And, of