Emeliana’s office feels completely different this morning.
It's as if the very walls themselves can now sense that one of their own has returned home, that the Delassaro family is now growing stronger, and they've now reached a turning point. Sunlight filters in through the tall windows, lighting up the room to its farthest corners. Emeliana stands near the desk, her posture straight but more relaxed given everything that's happened in the past few hours. She feels like she can finally breathe.
She is dressed in black from head to toe, the dress hugging her form graciously, her heels grounding her in place as her dark curls spill down her back in soft, unruly waves. Her makeup is soft yet sultry; her lashes darkened, lips neutral. She looks composed, yet beneath that surface, there is a
