C51 A Luna, not a Cinderella

Annabelle felt a rush of adrenaline as she peered out of the carriage window, gazing at the elegant castle basking in its glory, brilliantly illuminated.

The carriage door swung open wide, and one of her soldiers stood by, waiting for her to step out.

After inhaling and exhaling repeatedly, she held her gown up and accepted the outstretched arm of the soldier. Carefully