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Princess Isabella’s eyes gleamed with determination as she surveyed the array of gowns draped across her chamber. Tonight’s ball wasn’t just another event—it was the night Prince William would finally see her not as a childhood companion, but as a woman worthy of his attention. Every detail mattered. She traced her fingers over a necklace of moonlit pearls, their iridescent glow mirroring the ambition in her heart. The crimson silk gown she chose clung to her frame like liquid fire, its embroidered constellations catching the candlelight with every step. This wasn’t merely about beauty; it was a calculated display of power. Let the court whisper about her audacity. By dawn, William’s gaze would forget every other face in the room.
