Alessandra Kent, only daughter of Baron Peter and the late Baroness Calista Kent, stepped out of her horse drawn carriage. Unlike most, she took the time to stop and thank both the footman who assisted her and the driver of her carriage. At her gratitude, both men rewarded her with their smiles. 

A smile still lighting up her face, she turned towards the castle. The colors were vibrant and the people all around her buzzed with excitement. She looked around. To her right was an elegantly dressed couple. The woman looked regal in her beige gown while the man looked sharp in his white suit. To her left were a couple of giggling young women, each of them wearing the same dress design but in different vibrant colors. Alessandra, herself, was wearing a pretty white and lavender dress with Juliet sleeves and a sweep train. Small embroidered flowers dot the dress from the waist band down to the train. It was a dress that belonged to her mother. 

A dark haired man with soft wrinkles around his bright blue eyes alit the carriage and offered his arm to Alessandra.

Alessandra gladly took her father's arm and looked up at him. Despite the wrinkles and the occasional white hair, Baron Peter Kent still looked younger than his age. Wearing a suit decorated with the family crest, he looked regal and dashing. He smiled back at his daughter and patted her hand. She reached down and raised her skirt a bit and father and daughter made their way up the stairs.

At the door, they were welcomed, announced and ushered into the ballroom.