Fashion Bedroom Redesign
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Zoe’s heart raced every time she pictured Kris stepping into her world. In seven days, he’d cross the kingdom’s gates to see her—not just as her first love, but as the princess whose life was woven with silk tapestries and gilded halls. Her bedroom, though, felt like a contradiction. Sunlight spilled over heirlooms and hand-painted murals, yet the space lacked…*warmth*. It was a museum, not a sanctuary. How could it whisper *her* story, not just her title? Kris deserved more than cold opulence. He deserved a glimpse of the girl who laughed at dusty scrolls and hid wildflowers between book pages. Velvet drapes? Too heavy. Mahogany furniture? Too stern. She needed a room where elegance met intimacy—where every detail said, *“This is me.”* Time was short. Her fingers traced the stone windowsill, mind spinning. Soft rugs to sink into? Twinkling lights strung above the balcony? A corner filled with sketches and dog-eared novels? Maybe. But she couldn’t do this alone.
