Third Person
The royal banquet halls shone brighter than ever before. The budget for the engagement ceremony had gone towards the best, and Rain made sure everything was handled perfectly and never touched the hands of Marcus, which would not have yielded fabulous satisfaction.
Nobles streamed their way in; champagne glasses circulated, and chatter hummed beneath glittering chandeliers and wedding banners that carried the name of the couple.
The princes arrived in their number, and so did the princesses. Princess Kelly wore a dazzling golden gown with black stripes and heels that threatened to pierce through the marble floor. She held on to the hand of Karine, whose gaze pierced through the venue like a woman searching for faults. She wore an open‑back black evening gown with pearls that trailed from her neck to her shoulders. Her dress was more appropriate for a funeral than an engagement.
