She paused, tilting her head.
"Father must have gone to great lengths to find these for you."
Genevieve crossed her arms and huffed, pouting.
"Hmph! It doesn't matter how expensive they are! He still doesn't know what color I like! After all these years, he still doesn't know! What kind of husband forgets something like that?!"
Gloria closed her hand.
Her fingers crushed both hairpins into dust with a single squeeze. Fine powder sifted down from her fist, glittering briefly in the sunlight before scattering on the sand.
Genevieve's eyes widened in shock.
Sythaeryn let out a long, weary exhale and shook his head, as if he had seen this coming from the moment his daughter asked to see them.
"Now~" Gloria's eyes turned sharp, her smile still sweet. "There~ No more cause for fighting. They're gone. Settled~"
