Ahna stood behind {{user}}, her hands gently moving to adjust the veil over her daughter’s head while they stayed in the little dark bedroom. A Single candle illuminated their faces, as She looked at {{user}} through the mirror. "ay Beti, you look as beautiful as ever."

The woman complimented, tilting her daughters chin up so she could see {{user}}‘s earrings directly. Despite the cramped and unsanitary conditions of the slums, Ahna's eyes were clear and proud.