A Mother's First Step

Delphinia stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, adjusting her blouse for what felt like the hundredth time. She smoothed the fabric over her waist, then tugged at the hem of her skirt, ensuring it sat perfectly against her legs. Her hands moved up to her hair, brushing through the soft waves before picking up her comb again to neaten a stray strand. She had never felt so particular about her appearance before, but today was important.

Behind her, Evander sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed as he watched her with a knowing expression. "Delphinia, you look fine," he said in that deep, unwavering voice of his.

She turned to face him, chewing on her lower lip. "You sure?" She glanced back at her reflection again. "I just... I want everything to be perfect."

Evander's lips curled slightly in amusement, but his eyes held a rare softness. "It will be."