The cool air of the room kissed her skin as she emerged from the bath, a sense of anticipation, laced with a familiar anxiety, swirling within her. A dress was offered, a heavy, cream-colored lehenga, and she retreated into the spacious closet to change. The fabric, rich with intricate embroidery and embellishments, felt substantial in her hands. "How will I walk in this?" she wondered, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She was a princess, yes, but never one for such opulent attire. Her heart had always gravitated towards simple, elegant dresses, garments that flowed with grace rather than weighed with grandeur.
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