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Princess Mia twirled before her gilded mirror, the sunset casting amber streaks across her silk-lined chamber. "Bella, we can't arrive matching the palace drapes *again*," she groaned, clutching a cobalt gown embroidered with lunar constellations. Across the room, Bella nearly toppled her pearl hairpin tower laughing. "Says the girl who wore onion-shaped sleeves to last year's masquerade!" Their banter halted as three invitations materialized mid-air, each seal shimmering with distinct magic: Prince Alaric's bore stormcloud-gray wax cracking with lightning, Elias's burned with phantom emerald flames, while Kael's pulsed with liquid starlight that dripped constellations onto the carpet. Mia's stylist conjured a midnight-blue bodice threaded with actual falling stars, its obsidian underskirts whispering secrets of forgotten realms. "Alaric practically *invented* brooding," Mia mused, smirking as she smudged kohl across her lids, "but his last romantic gesture was gifting a pet thunderstorm." Bella's laughter rang like windchimes as celestial gold leaf curled around her lashes, her gown's chrysanthemum-pink layers shifting to reveal hidden maps of fae kingdoms. "Elias brought a dragon to tea yesterday," she countered, adjusting diamond hair cuffs shaped like wolf fangs, "though he did apologize when it ate the doily collection." The Grand Staircase materialized at moonrise, its crystal steps singing beneath their slippers. Kael waited at the base, his smile brighter than the nebula-patterned cloak billowing around him, one hand casually juggling miniature supernovas. "Took you only six hours to dress," he teased, offering Mia a supernova that hummed a waltz melody. Behind him, Elias dramatically presented Bella with a rose blooming with tiny fire-breathing hummingbirds, while Alaric leaned against a transformed carriage shaped like a thunderbear's skull, arms crossed but eyes softening as Mia descended. As constellations began swirling across the ballroom's domed ceiling, Mia's starry skirts waltzed in time with Kael's cloak patterns, while Bella's map-gown illuminated new realms with every spin Elias guided her through. Alaric's stormcloud cufflinks rained chocolate-dipped stardust appetizers onto nearby guests, his reluctant chuckle echoing when Mia "accidentally" spilled comet wine on his boots. By night's end, Bella's hairpins held sketches of volcanic islands Elias vowed to explore with her, while Kael's supernova now orbited Mia's wrist, whispering promises of uncharted galaxies. They departed as dawn painted the sky—Mia's pocket heavy with Alaric's grumbled-offered storm charm "for emergencies," Bella's dance card permanently scorched with Elias's fiery signature, and both princesses debating whether stardust freckles should become their new signature look.
