forgiven

"Happy now?"

Deborah let out a deep exhale, looking at Hera from the edge of the bed. Hera raised the small hand mirror to look at herself, smiling in satisfaction at the colors on her face. When Hera looked away from the mirror, the corner of her lips stretched from ear to ear. 

"Thank you, Deb," Hera expressed, glancing at herself in the mirror. "I feel more confident now to have dinner with my husband."

"You don't have to do anything to impress him, Hera," Deborah blurted out, biting her tongue discreetly.

Hera smiled radiantly as she took that as a compliment. She set her attention to the hand mirror, admiring her beautiful face. 

"I know Frank loves me from the bottom of his heart. He wouldn't take care of me for many years and wait for me even though there's a high chance I will not wake up," she said, unaware of the immediate response from Deborah's head.