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~The Author~
The sun caught the diamonds on her red dress, making them sparkle like fire. She walked into the complex with her head high, full of confidence and grace. This time, she didn't come with just two maids. She brought six. She wanted attention, and she was going to get it no matter what it took.
As soon as the crowd spotted her, the cheers grew louder. They clapped, they smiled, they shouted her name. And she loved it. Every bit of it. The excitement in the air felt like a crown on her head. This was her moment.
She was glad that Princess Katrina hadn't shown up. She had seen the mess she left on the girl's face and was certain Katrina wouldn't dare step outside anytime soon. Not with bruises like that. Hopefully, by the time she healed, King Karl would have completely forgotten about her.
