That morning, Ayesha stood in front of the mirror, wearing a soft cream blazer and skirt that gave off an elegant yet professional impression. Her hair was neatly styled, flowing over her shoulders, and her make-up looked perfect. However, even though she looked calm on the outside, inside her heart there was a nervousness that she couldn't ignore.
Erwin, who was sitting at the end of the bed, watched her with a proud smile. "You look very beautiful," he said in admiration. His eyes scanned Ayesha from head to toe, clearly showing how enchanted he was by his wife.
Ayesha smiled slightly, even though her face showed worry. "Thank you, but I feel nervous," she said while adjusting the collar of her blazer. "I don't know what Grandpa will say yet. He must have a lot of questions about how I
