Oriana scrutinized herself in the mirror, a frown creasing her features. She had never been fond of wearing such garments, but now she had to tolerate them. Her gaze shifted to the servants, who were in the midst of selecting accessories for her.
"Do not overdo it," Oriana cautioned, her tone firm.
All of them turned their attention toward her, and one of the servants spoke, "Your Highness, as your lady-in-waiting, it is my duty to..."
"Ana, isn't it?" Oriana interrupted.
Ana nodded, saying, "Yes, Your Highness."
Ana, a woman in her twenties with a mature appearance, was Oriana's lady-in-waiting, while the other two servants tended to her daily needs.
"Ana, just a while ago, weren't the three of you astonished by my mesmerizing beauty?" Oriana inquired, her voice devoid of emotion or hesitation. "Was that merely a facade?"
