Alina smiled at that, a wave of warmth spreading through her chest. Her hand settled softly on Lucien's shoulder, a light, protective touch. "They're good boys," she said simply, and she couldn't keep the quiet pride from slipping into her voice.
"They truly are," the saleswoman agreed immediately. She bent her knees slightly, bringing herself more to their level, her tone turning playful. "And just look at the two of you," she said, her eyes sweeping over their new outfits. "Already dressed sharper than most grown-ups who come in here."
Sable blinked, then looked down at his shirt and pants as if seeing them properly for the very first time. "Mom chose it," he stated honestly, his gaze then lifting to Alina's face, full of pure, unwavering trust.
Lucien nodded in firm agreement. "She has excellent taste," he added, his tone so serious and matter-of-fact it was as if he were confirming a universal truth.
