Novalie dazzled in a flowing white gown that shimmered with pearl, catching the light with every graceful movement. Beside her, her sister Katia made a striking impression in a deep red gown, adorned with red rubies that sparkled like tiny stars against the luxurious fabric.
As the grand ball commenced, young scholars strolled in from every corner, noble ladies exited their carriages, their dresses a display of color and elegance, each one to their family's status.
The royal hall was alive with the buzz of conversation and laughter, the vastness of the space ensured that everyone had room to mingle and showcase their finest attire.
Novalie descended the staircase, her footsteps soft against the polished marble. The ladies from Rooth Hallow awaited her arrival.
As Novalie reached the base of the stairs, she approached the trio of young women with a warm smile, the fabric of her flowing gown swishing gracefully around her.
"Good evening, ladies," she greeted.
