Her gown was unlike anything anyone else wore. A custom creation, it was a perfect blend of tradition and haute couture.
The bodice clung perfectly, crafted from handwoven aso oke in soft, glowing gold. The skirt billowed dramatically in layers of ivory and champagne tulle, sweeping the floor with regal elegance. A delicate cape draped over her shoulders, embroidered with threads that shimmered and caught the light with every subtle movement.
"Who is she?" a young guest whispered, eyes wide, unable to look away.
"She looks… important," another replied, "but I've never seen her before."
Olaedo's face was calm, professional, her smile poised and diplomatic. But inside… her thoughts were racing, calculating each movement, each gesture.
She was here to do a job, but the weight of expectations pressed down on her. Could she prove herself? Could she survive the quiet storm brewing in the hall?
