The elegant display of flower petals and candlelight took Yvette's breath wholly from her. Ever since she was a girl, she had dreamt of what the her wedding night might be like. She hadn't expected it to look quite so beautiful, and she was already expecting for it to look quite lovely indeed. In the rush of lightheadedness, she barely registered the proffered wine glass until it was almost right in front of her face. Her hands clasped daintily around it and offered her thanks. They shared a toast to themselves, which was a delightfully selfish indulgence, and she tipped her glass back gingerly to decide if she liked the taste. She did, as it turned out, and she took a longer drink before setting her glass on the table.<br/><br/>Blue eyes followed the prince as he moved meticulously to dress himself down. It was an entrancing sight, and she folded her hands in front of her and shifted her attention to the bottle of wine when she caught herself staring. When her prince returned to her, it was in a dashingly casual state. Yvette smiled, looking to him again. "The wine tastes absolutely wonderful," she chimed, politely leaving out a comment about how expensive it tasted. The backs of her legs hit the bedframe as she retreated a few steps, plucking a flower petal up before she took her perch on the mattress. It smelled so lovely, and she regarded how soft it felt between her fingers as she spoke. "Your exquisite taste never ceases to amaze me. You really do know how to make a lady feel like a princess, don't you?"