Sad Face

Warm sunlight spilled over the schoolyard as Delphinia came to pick up Ashton, her usual routine. Running her fingers through her hair, she couldn't shake the conversation she'd had with Valerie earlier. The name Lydia Morgan still echoed in her mind. A famous model, breathtakingly beautiful, once linked romantically to Evander. The image Valerie painted was vivid, almost like a scene out of a glossy magazine.

She could almost see it now—Evander in a tailored suit, his striking features and magnetic presence commanding attention, standing next to Lydia, a woman whose beauty was impossible to ignore. Together, they must have looked like the perfect couple. "A picture-perfect romance," Delphinia murmured softly, a faint, amused smirk tugging at her lips.

Before she could spiral any further into her imagination, the sound of children's laughter pulled her back to the present. She glanced towards the school gates just as a small figure came sprinting towards her.