sweet nothing

Her phone had been blowing up all morning. A constant barrage of messages from her sister's in their group chat. Question after question after question. When will you be here? You never told us he was so hot! Delia! Why didn't you tell us? Is he going to propose? Why haven't we heard about him until now? This was why. Her family was a bit... much. Close knit, protective, overbearing, and nosy. She loved them to bits, but the eldest Limore was incredibly private. Especially after the last time she attempted to date someone. They hadn't even stuck around past the first Zoom call with her mother. Cordelia is pretty sure that was her father's fault. He'd made a point of cleaning one of his guns in the background and Delia knew it was entirely in purpose. Marcus had made it fairly clear he wasn't a fan of the guy when she'd initially told her parents about him, but it was different this time. They liked Noah. At least, she was sure that they would like him. There was very little not to like. Biting at the cuticles of her right hand, she shifts in her seat, carefully balancing the pie on her lap as they turn down the familiar road towards her childhood home. "Just remember to be respectful and don't listen to a thing Emma and Jane say." It was probably the tenth time she's said it on the hour and a half long drive from the city, but she can't help it. She's nervous, okay? Cut her some slack. the shrike

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me