What Needs To Be Done

Esme stood before her open drawer, carefully laying out a selection of dresses as Finnian lingered nearby, his expression a mix of confusion and reluctant curiosity. She then turned to him with two dresses in hand, her blue eyes glimmering with expectation.

"Finn, tell me," she said, holding up the garments for his inspection. One was a sleek black gown, the other a soft lavender ensemble. "Which one suits me better? I'm completely at a loss here."

Finnian sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the edge of the room. He couldn't recall a time when his sister had been so consumed by her wardrobe, let alone sought his opinion about it.

Esme always looked stunning, effortlessly so, and yet he could sense that wasn't the kind of reassurance she was looking for right now.