Athena hadn't expected the sight that greeted her when she stepped out of her room. Her breath caught as her gaze fell on Areso and her mother, Jessica, waiting patiently in the hall as though they had been standing guard for her.
Was something wrong?
Areso straightened instantly when she saw her, eyes widening, then softening in admiration. Her lips parted, and the words tumbled out unrestrained.
"You always make my clothes look… magnificent. Thank you."
Her sincerity painted Athena's cheeks with color, and she found herself smiling, despite the nerves curling in her stomach. "You are always doing too much, Areso. Thank you for this."
Areso chuckled softly, shaking her head at the sight before her, like she hadn't commandeered it.
Jessica, elegant as always in a deep blue gown, stepped forward with a graceful clasp of Athena's hand.
