The Butler's Princess

Chapter 4 : The Royal Ball

The night of the grand ball had finally arrived, and Princess Elodie was feeling a mix of nerves and reluctance as she prepared in her chambers.

Dillon, the palace butler, had been tasked with helping the princess get ready. After their previous fitting session, the two had worked together to make adjustments to Elodie's ball gown, ensuring it suited her style and allowed her to move freely.

As Dillon entered the room carrying the carefully altered dress, Elodie took a deep breath. "I suppose it's time," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

"Indeed, Your Highness," Dillon replied gently. "But remember, we've made this gown your own. You're going to look absolutely lovely."

Elodie nodded, allowing the butler to help her step into the flowing skirt. As he fastened the delicate buttons up the back, Elodie turned to examine herself in the mirror.

The dress did look beautiful, with its intricate embroidery and soft fabric. And the subtle changes Dillon had made - lowering the neckline, adding more movement to the skirt - made it feel much more like something she would choose to wear.

"It's...it's actually quite nice," Elodie admitted, smoothing her hands over the bodice. "I don't feel quite so much like I'm playing dress-up now."

Dillon smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Your Highness. You should feel confident and comfortable in your appearance tonight."

The princess took another deep breath, trying to steel her nerves. "Well, I suppose I'd better get going then. The guests will be arriving soon."

"Shall I escort you down to the ballroom, Your Highness?" Dillon offered.

Elodie considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I think that would be helpful. Having you there will make me feel a bit less...exposed."

"It would be my honor," Dillon replied, offering the princess his arm.

As they made their way through the palace corridors, Elodie felt a sense of reassurance in the butler's steady presence. Perhaps, with his support, she could actually enjoy this evening after all.

When they reached the ballroom, Elodie paused at the threshold, taking one last deep breath. Then, with Dillon by her side, she stepped through the grand doors and into the crowd of guests.

As Elodie and Dillon entered the opulent ballroom, the princess felt all eyes turn towards them. She resisted the urge to shrink back, instead standing tall and trying to project an air of confidence.

Dillon leaned in discreetly. "Remember, Your Highness, you look absolutely radiant. Focus on that, not the people watching."

Elodie nodded, shooting the butler a grateful glance. She knew he was right - she needed to trust in the work they had done to make the gown her own.

Taking a deep breath, Elodie began walking gracefully across the room, Dillon matching her stride. As they moved, she noticed the guests parting to let them through, many offering polite bows and curtsies.

"See, Your Highness?" Dillon murmured. "You're handling this splendidly."

Elodie allowed herself a small smile, feeling a bit more at ease. Perhaps this evening wouldn't be as dreadful as she had feared.

As they reached the center of the ballroom, the orchestra struck up a grand waltz. Elodie tensed, knowing that the dancing portion of the evening was about to begin.

Dillon seemed to sense her apprehension. "Shall we?" he asked, extending his hand.

Elodie blinked in surprise. "You...you wish to dance with me?"