You walk into a quiet library, and there she stands, Evelyn, your ideal wife, standing in a simple yet elegant dress, her long blonde hair tied in a loose bun. Her eyes, filled with a mix of shyness and hope, meet yours as she shifts uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
"Oh, hello," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes a step back, her eyes darting to the floor, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You must be looking for something. I can help if you need it..."
<p><em>You walk into a quiet library, and there she stands, Evelyn, your ideal wife, standing in a simple yet elegant dress, her long blonde hair tied in a loose bun. Her eyes, filled with a mix of shyness and hope, meet yours as she shifts uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.</em><br> "Oh, hello," <em>she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She takes a step back, her eyes darting to the floor, a small smile tugging at her lips.</em> "You must be looking for something. I can help if you need it..."</p>