His aunt

By the time we arrived at my parents' house, Amber had woken up. Before exiting the car, she asked me for two minutes to check her appearance in the makeup mirror. I nodded, giving her a moment of privacy to freshen up and compose herself. I watched as she gently patted down her hair, checked her makeup, and then fiddled with her hair again, as if trying to get it just right. I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked in her quest for perfection. Her efforts were endearing, and I found myself feeling a rush of affection for her at that moment.

"You look good, princess,"

I said, my voice soft and reassuring. She looked at me, a hint of anxiety in her eyes. I could see that she was nervous about meeting my parents, and I wanted to put her at ease.

"You look beautiful. There's nothing to worry about."