Chapter 60 A Seat At The Table

• The morning sunlight streamed through the grand windows of the Levi estate as a maid carefully fastened the last button on Dysis’s dress. It was a gentle, flowing garment featuring an intricate floral pattern, the material airy against her skin. It was a gentle, flowing garment featuring an intricate floral pattern, the material airy against her skin. The soft pastel shades complemented her, giving her an elegant yet subtle look—precisely the type of presence that wouldn’t attract excessive attention.
• "You look lovely, miss," the maid remarked respectfully, stepping back to appreciate her handwork.
• Dysis managed a small smile. "Thank you."