The day had finally arrived, and it was their time to step into the battlefield. Emelia stood in front of a long mirror, looking at herself as she fixes her dress. The color of her dress reminded her of the roses by the gardens. Rose-red her favorite color and her mother's.
Tanya stood beside Emelia, then hands her a black mask, decorated with silver paint decorated with flora doodles and a white feather sticking on the right side.
The door opens while Elliot peaks his head, looking at Emelia to be stunned by her appearance. He walked towards Emelia and kissed her on the cheek. The servants who saw it all gasped in excitement and watches the two.
"You look gorgeous," said Elliot while Emelia tip-toed, reaching his ears and whispers.
"You didn't have to do that."
"It's to put up a show. They might think we're not getting along," whispered back Elliot, giving Emelia a smile as she lowers her foot back.
