With her striking purple eyes still fixed upon the night sky, Vega suddenly broke the silence. Her voice was soft yet curious, carrying that subtle vulnerability only a daughter would reveal to her mother.
"What do you think of him?" she asked.
"You mean Anthony?" Amara replied, her golden eyes shifting from her teacup to her daughter's face.
Vega gave a small nod in confirmation, her gaze never leaving the glittering stars above.
For a few moments, Amara said nothing. She let the quiet linger, as if her thoughts needed the weight of silence to gather themselves. Finally, she spoke with calm composure.
"Honestly, when I was preparing for your arrival with him, I had no expectations at all. I didn't set a standard in my mind, nor did I allow myself to create a picture of who I hoped he would be. I simply wished to meet the young man who had found a place in my daughter's heart."
