The evening had finally arrived, which marked the beginning of the gala.
Yohana hadn't stepped foot outside her bedroom all afternoon, terrified that someone would see her walking out of the king's suite.
But all her efforts to stay hidden were in vain. Iskander had sent a stylist directly to her room to help her get ready.
"Miss Arlington," the stylist said, eyeing the moonlight blue dress with a doubtful expression. "Are you sure this is the color you want to go with?"
Yohana was already on edge, and the questioning wasn't helping.
"Is there something wrong with it?" she asked, defensively. "I chose this dress myself."
"Has the king approved it?" the hairstylist chimed in.
"Why would I need anyone's approval for what I wear?" Yohana murmured, rolling her eyes. "I didn't even want to come here in the first place," she muttered under her breath.
