Forbiddenly Bound To  You

Mira sat gracefully on the well-polished stool, its foam padding soft beneath her. Facing the mirror, she watched as the makeup artist began her work, her hands moving with practiced precision. Mira’s hair was already styled to perfection, adorned with delicate, shiny silver pins that sparkled under the light. The hairpins matched beautifully with her overall look, enhancing her natural elegance. The makeup artist worked deliberately, each stroke purposeful and precise. When she finally finished, she gestured for Mira to stand. Mira admired her reflection, marveling at how smooth and radiant her face appeared. It was as though she glowed effortlessly, even without the makeup—though the makeup added a touch of polished beauty. Mira smiled softly, feeling a sense of pride in how everything had come together. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time. A deep sense of calm washed over her, a brief moment of peace before the bustling events ahead.

Next came the dress. The lady who had been helping her stepped forward, carefully assisting Mira as she slipped into a stunning royal blue gown with a subtle silver sheen. It was breathtaking—perfectly fitting for a queen. The gown matched perfectly with her silver shoes, hairpins, necklace, earrings, and bracelets. Everything was coordinated to perfection, creating an air of understated sophistication. The shimmering hues of blue and silver gave off an ethereal aura, and the dress moved fluidly as Mira did, enhancing her grace.

The gown was long and elegant, with two slits that added a hint of allure while remaining tasteful. Its fitted design hugged Mira’s curves perfectly, emphasizing her figure without being overly revealing. Modest yet striking, the dress captured the essence of refined beauty. Mira glanced at herself one last time, appreciating how everything about the look reflected her confidence, the years of hardships, and the triumphs that had led her to this moment.

When Mira was ready, she stepped out of her room, feeling the soft fabric of her dress brush against her skin. She made her way toward her daughter’s chamber. The anticipation of seeing Zemi in her gown filled her heart with warmth. She had seen the little one earlier, but the thought of seeing her all dressed up, ready to join her in the grand hall, made Mira’s heart swell with pride. She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she walked down the hallway, her steps measured and elegant, the anticipation growing with each movement.

Upon entering, she was greeted by a delightful sight—her beautiful daughter was dressed in a gown identical to hers. The only difference was that while Mira’s dress was a sleek, body-hugging design, her daughter’s gown was a puffy, princess-style dress with a flared, rounded skirt. It suited her perfectly, giving her the appearance of a tiny royal. Mira couldn’t hold back her smile, taking in the sight of her daughter, who looked every bit like a little princess, her innocence and charm radiating from her.

Her hair had been styled simply yet elegantly, befitting her young age. There was something so captivating about the way her daughter carried herself—her unspoken elegance, untainted by the complexities of the world. When little Zami saw her mother, she squealed with delight and ran to her, throwing her arms around Mira in a tight hug. Mira laughed softly, kneeling down to embrace her, feeling her heart warm at the affectionate gesture.

"Mommy?" Zami asked softly, looking up at her mother with bright, curious eyes, her voice tinged with a hint of innocence and wonder.

Mira smiled warmly, her heart swelling with love for her precious girl. "Yes, Princess Zami."