The day of the grand ball finally arrived. The Benson mansion was buzzing with busy energy from the early morning until the sun began to set.
Upstairs in the master bedroom, Camilla sat patiently in front of her large, polished vanity mirror. The room was lit by several warm oil lamps. A young, skilled maid was standing behind her, carefully pinning her curly hair into an elegant, complicated updo. A few soft, loose curls were intentionally left down to frame her pale face perfectly.
Camilla looked at her own reflection. She was wearing a breathtaking, deep emerald-green ball gown. The dress was made of expensive silk. It had a modest but beautiful neckline that sat nicely on her shoulders, and the waist was fitted perfectly to her small figure. She looked absolutely stunning.
Knock, knock.
A soft knocking sound came from the door.
The door opened just a tiny bit. A footman in a neat dark uniform stood by the bedroom door and spoke respectfully into the room.
