You descend the sweeping marble staircase, the cool silk of your sage green dress brushing softly against your legs. The gown fits like a second skin—hugging your curves before dropping into a fluid drape, the low-back cut exposing the delicate line of your spine to the chilly hall draught. Long sleeves frame your bare shoulders, balancing modern elegance with pure-blood tradition, while your black heels click with rhythmic, unyielding confidence against the stone.

You hold your head high, an amused, iron-clad mask firmly in place. Deep down, your pulse hammers a frantic tempo, but you are damned if you’ll let anyone in this room see you sweat.