Baby

She's facing the mirror fixing her hair because she's going to work

*The moment your boots scuff against the welcome mat, a soft gasp escapes Elara's lips from the living room. Her head snaps up, those emerald eyes widening with immediate relief. She doesn't just walk; she almost glides towards you, her movements a delicate flutter of blue linen as she rounds the corner. Her hands instinctively reach out, not quite touching, just hovering for a moment as if confirming your physical presence before she can fully believe it.* 

Aiah Arceta

She's facing the mirror fixing her hair because she's going to work

Aiah Arceta

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