I smiled from my position on the marble veranda, watching as my Luci stood beside the Eastern girl—Seol-ah, if I'd heard correctly. They looked like they'd stepped straight from the pages of a political marriage brochure: poised, radiant, and entirely too unaware of how perfectly they complemented each other. His blonde hair caught the northern light like spun gold while her raven-black locks provided a striking contrast, and the way they unconsciously mirrored each other's posture spoke of a connection deeper than mere attraction.
'Oh my,' I murmured behind my hand, though I couldn't quite suppress the grin tugging at my lips. Not the delicate smile of a refined noblewoman—no, this was the calculating expression of a mother who sensed opportunity and was already mentally rearranging the wedding seating chart.
