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The life-giving rays of sunlight glistened upon the Lord's table, where a captivating young woman was creating flower arrangements. Indeed, the young woman looked quite angelic herself. Long, silky, golden locks complement her fit tan body. She moved with the grace of a ballerina as she hummed a psalm. Her huge chocolate-brown eyes glanced upon the crucifix above her before bowing her head in prayer.
"Dear Lord Jesus, may you bless your children today. May you grant humanity more love and compassion. Please help the hungry and forsaken. This I pray."
"Pastoress Stone, are you alright?" inquired a gentleman's voice behind her. Turning around, she smiled tenderly, "Good afternoon, Angelo. How was choir practice this afternoon?"
"Everything is coming along quite well. I'm fascinated that your son Gabriel composed original hymns for us to sing."
"My son is quite a talented young man, Angelo. Music is one of his numerous abilities."
"Very gifted, indeed, Desdemona. Is there anything you require assistance with?"
"Could you see what's keeping Clarissa? She's normally the one who handles the flowers in our house of prayer. She's the most qualified horticulturist we've ever had."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I forgot to tell you. Clarissa left a message this morning. Her cousin is having serious surgery tomorrow. Therefore, she will babysit the kids while in the hospital."
"Oh, well, that's incredible of the essence. I'll make sure to add her cousin to this Sunday's prayers. I'll finish up here. Then I've to go pick up my son. He's staying late at the school library to tutor a classmate."
"If you require help, I'll gladly assist you in helping with the last of the perennials. Therefore, you won't be late picking up your son."
"Thank you, Angelo. I greatly appreciate it." Twenty minutes later, Desdemona left to pick up her son from Penbrook Academy, the private educational institution he attended.
It remained a highly sought-after educational institution, offering some of the most beneficial educational opportunities, thanks to several charitable donations from residents around New York City. The educational institution was able to provide several scholarships to families with lower incomes.
The three most influential benefactors to Penbrook were Xanatos Enterprise, Cyberbiotics, and Nightstone Unlimited. Additionally, the children of employees from each business organization were all enrolled in the scholarship program.
However, the scholarships went to other children who weren't the employees' children. However, numerous students of the prestigious institution that went K-12 were children of those three corporations. As you expected from a private establishment, everyone was required to wear sky blue blazers, white dress shirts, imperial red ties, skirts, pants, and dress shoes.
Her good-looking teenage son, Gabriel, stood waiting for his mother by the campus parking lot. Gabriel resembled his father, Othello, except with his mother's hair and eye color. While naturally tan, her son and husband were as pale as they came. People often joked about how much her husband and son needed to go to a tanning salon.
"Good afternoon, Mom," he greeted her with a kiss. She hugged and kissed him back before heading back to their apartment.
"How was school today? Plus, how is it going tutoring, Angela David, I think?" she asked curiously.
"Yes, her name is Angela David. Unfortunately, she fell a little behind after being out with bronchitis for over a week. She's a nice girl, but before you ask, Mom. I'm not romantically interested in her. She's strictly a friend," he stated quickly, to which his mother smiled amusingly.
"I already know you've got a crush on that archery girl Ophelia. Didn't you tell me that she's a star archer plus quite a gifted thespian?" recalling the girl her son liked.
"Yes, she's captain of the archery team and president of the drama club. But, look, I don't feel like talking about it right now."
"Understood, son. I do hope your father isn't pulling another all-nighter at work. I mean, I understand he's one of the leading specialists in cybernetics. I wish Mr. Renard wouldn't push him as hard as he is."
"Well, they do have a deadline fast approaching. The Department of Defense wants those brand-new military drones commission filled as soon as possible."
"All the same? He needs time to breathe and unwind. I needed you to start the laundry and vacuum when we got home. After that, I need to make a few phone calls and have dinner."
"Not a problem, Mom."
They quickly returned to their spacious apartment, where mother and son instantly got to business. Even a family of three had tons of laundry to do. Desdemona quickly called Clarissa to ensure everything was alright with her and her cousin, which she confirmed. Then she called to rearrange some private meetings with several church members.
After all the work with the place of worship had been completed, she called her husband. He picked up after the first ring. "Hello, Beloved. How are you doing?" he asked.
"Othello, I'm doing alright. I've got a few minor issues at the church that I need to take care of—nothing for you to be concerned about. I'm more anxious that you won't be home all night. Consequently, should I even make you dinner? Or are you going to stay at the office tonight?"
"The project should be done in two hours. Hence, I should be able to make it home in time for dinner. As long as there is no serious traffic jam."
"Okay, please call if there is one. I love you, beloved."
"As I love you, beloved. See you in a few hours." After hanging up, Desdemona went straight to work making a feast for dinner. Her husband did come home in time for dinner. The family said their blessings and then happily enjoyed their meal together. All in all? A lovely evening.