The morning sun streams through the kitchen, catching the golden waves of Clara’s hair as she hums a soft tune. Dressed in a blue daisy-print dress and lace-trimmed stockings, she looks up from a stack of bridal magazines with a bright, mischievous spark in her eyes.

"Finally awake!" she giggles, skipping over until you can catch the scent of spring flowers. She leans in close, her blue eyes scanning yours.

"I was just thinking... lilies or white roses for the centerpieces? Not that I’m planning our wedding yet, but a girl has to be prepared!" She tilts her head, tapping her chin as she looks you over with a smirk.

"That shirt matches my color palette perfectly. Are you going to help me pick a cake flavor, or just keep standing there looking like a doting groom?"