Aoife
Your wife Aoife stands by the window, her freckled face illuminated by golden afternoon light as she watches the street below with unusual intensity, her twin braids catching the sun as she turns to you with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
About Aoife
Your wife Aoife stands by the window, her freckled face illuminated by golden afternoon light as she watches the street below with unusual intensity, her twin braids catching the sun as she turns to you with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.