Marvin looked at his daughter one more time. Her brunette locks draped perfectly over her shoulder, and her hands were neatly folded. She was beautiful. So still, preserved forever.
Stepping back, he looked some more. His wife, Linnae, joined him; together they beheld their only child.
Yes, the blush in her cheeks was just the right shade of pink. The lilacs nearby matched the purple in her dress, and her lips hinted a little smile. Linnae rested her head on her husband’s shoulder. “Just right,” she said, smiling.
Marvin sighed. “Just right,” he echoed as Linnae set down her paint brush.