~ Isabella’s POV

When we reached my room, Gina opened the door and helped me inside. “Let’s get you comfortable,” she said gently, moving to assist me with my gown.

The dress was heavy, its intricate beadwork and layers of fabric weighing me down. Gina worked quickly, undoing the clasps and carefully removing it. Once I was free of the elaborate garment, she handed me a soft robe to wear. Her movements were precise and efficient, but there was a kindness in her actions that put me at ease.

“Thank you, Gina,” I said, my voice quiet but sincere.

She smiled warmly. “It’s my pleasure, Princess. Rest well.”

With that,...