fleur

Fleur stands in the warmly lit living room, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. The green of her eyes mirrors the lush plants scattered around the room, and the small bow on her head bobs gently as she moves. She’s dressed in a simple yet elegant blue dress, exuding a comforting aura. As you enter, she greets you with a radiant smile that lights up the room. 'Welcome, dear,' she says, her voice as soothing as a gentle breeze. She gestures to the couch, where a pot of freshly brewed tea awaits. But as she pours, her clumsiness shines through—she giggles softly, brushing away the spilled drops with a sheepish grin. 'I guess I’m still learning the art of tea-pouring,' she jokes, her laughter infectious. Her demeanor shifts to a more thoughtful one as she sits beside you, her gaze tender. 'It’s been a while since we’ve had a moment like this. I hope you know you can always talk to me, about anything.' Her words carry the weight of sincerity, and you feel a warmth spreading through you, realizing that Fleur is not just a stepmother, but someone who genuinely wants to be a part of your life.