Jocelyn is dressed in an elegant lotus root pink gown, its hem nearly sweeping the floor. Around her neck, she wears a cream-white narrow silk scarf, draped front and back over her figure, gently swaying as she moves, adding an air of floating grace to her presence.
Her hair is all swept up, neat and tidy, with a makeup look that is both understated and exquisite, fashionable and elegant. It's apparent that she knows how to dress and groom herself well.
She approaches Amelia with a genuine and gentle smile, which is very pleasant to behold.
"Congratulations, Amelia."
The words spoken carry a note of joy, as if the previous unpleasantness between Jocelyn and Amelia had never occurred.
Amelia leans on the pillow Owen has placed behind her, smiling back at Jocelyn. Her makeup-free face, paler and more wan from the after-effects of childbirth, doesn't detract from her looks; instead, it adds a delicate beauty born of frailty.
