Delia gets her shattered dreams restored

As Aria's smile lingered on her face, Delia's gaze suddenly shifted, her eyes clouding with a mixture of wistfulness and determination. Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried a hint of longing as she spoke, "Aria, chérie, I must confess... seeing you and your Pokémon, I am reminded of the life I once left behind." Aria's aqua blue eyes narrowed slightly, her slender fingers pausing in their gentle caress of Sylveon's fur as she sensed the undercurrent of emotion in her mother's words.

she then explained how she always wanted to be a Top Coordinator and Model but when Aria's traitorous father appeared she gave up that dream and became a housewife.

Aria's slender fingers stilled on Sylveon's fur, her aqua blue eyes locked onto her mother's, as Delia's words hung in the air like a whispered secret. The warm sunlight seemed to fade into the background, and the gentle rustle of the leaves grew quieter, as if nature itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. Delia's eyes, misty with a mixture of wistfulness and longing, gazed into the distance, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke of a life left behind.

Aria's aqua blue eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Maman, I 'ave a solution for zis, non?" she said, her French accent dripping with conviction. "We do not 'ave to give up on our dreams, no, no, no... I 'ave a plan, and it ees going to change everything."

Delia's gaze refocused on Aria, a hint of curiosity sparking in her eyes as she listened to her child's words. Aria's slender fingers began to gesture animatedly, her hands dancing through the air as she spoke.

Aria's eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and determination as she continued, her voice taking on a persuasive tone. "Why, Maman, you don't 'ave to give up on your dreams of being a Top Coordinator and Model. You can still pursue zem, and I 'ave just ze way to make zis 'appen," Aria said, her slender fingers snapping together in emphasis. Delia's gaze narrowed slightly, her eyes locked onto Aria's, as she waited for her daughter to reveal her plan.

Aria's voice was filled with conviction as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "you will go to the salon, and you will become the beautiful lady you have always wanted to be," she said, her French accent thick and rich in her voice. "And in the meantime, I will hire a company to build us a new mansion with a ranch for us to live in."

Delia's eyes widened with surprise, her gaze locked onto Aria's as she listened to her daughter's words.

Delia's eyes scanned the advertisement, her gaze lingering over the elegant script and vibrant colors that danced across the page. The words "Madame LeCoeur's Salon" seemed to leap off the paper, accompanied by the subtitle "Transformations Royale" and an address in the heart of Celadon City. Aria's slender fingers closed around Delia's, her French accent whispering urgently as she pressed the Flygon's Pokeball into her mother's palm. "Go, Maman, ze time ees now. You must go to Madame LeCoeur's Salon and let zem work their magic. Zay will transform you into ze beautiful lady you 'ave always wanted to be."

Delia's fingertips brushed against the smooth surface of the Pokeball as she took it from Aria, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. She felt a surge of anticipation as she looked at the advertisement again, the image of a glamorous salon beckoning her to come and reveal her true self. With a newfound sense of determination, Delia tucked the advertisement into her purse and stood up, smoothing out her dress as she did so. "Alright, ma chère," she said, her voice filled with a sense of resolve. "I'll go to Madame LeCoeur's Salon and see what magic they can work."

As Delia settled onto Flygon's back, she felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The wind whipped through her hair as Flygon's wings began to flutter, lifting them off the ground. Delia's slender fingers grasped the delicate straps of the Pokeball-holster on her waist, a habitual gesture that brought her a sense of reassurance. Flygon's draconic body undulated beneath her, its scales glinting in the sunlight as it gained altitude. The garden, with its vibrant flowers and Aria's bevy of transformed Pokémon, dwindled to a tiny patchwork quilt below.Aria walked back inside after she saw her mother and Flygon vanish on the horrizon with Salazzle and Sylveon by her side.

Aria walked back inside, the soft click of the front door closing behind her echoing through the foyer as she stepped into the cool, air-conditioned interior of their home. The sudden absence of the warm sunlight made her blink, but her aqua blue eyes quickly adjusted to the softer lighting within. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having encouraged her mother to take the first step towards reclaiming her dreams. Sylveon, sensing her mistress's pleased mood, danced ahead of her, its fluffy tail wagging in excitement as it pranced across the polished marble floor.

Aria's slender fingers danced across the keypad of her phone as she dialed the number of the building company, her aqua blue eyes scanning the room as she waited for someone to pick up. Sylveon, sensing its mistress's focus, settled down beside her, its fluffy tail thumping gently against the floor. Salazzle, meanwhile, had wandered over to the window, its gaze fixed on the horizon where Delia and Flygon had vanished. The sound of ringing filled the air, and Aria's French accent was warm and confident as she spoke, "Bonjour, zis ees Aria. I 'ave a special request for you, I need you to build a new mansion, avec a ranch, oui? Ze mansion must 'ave at least 20 bedrooms, a grand ballroom, and a private cinema. And ze ranch, eet ees for my Pokémon, I want eet to be spacious, avec plenty of room for zem to roam and play."

As she spoke, Aria's eyes sparkled with excitement, her mind racing with visions of the new mansion and ranch. She could already imagine herself and her mother, Delia, living in the grand estate, surrounded by their beloved Pokémon.

Aria's fingers danced across the keypad of her phone as she dialed the number of the butler company, her aqua blue eyes scanning the room as she waited for someone to pick up. Sylveon, sensing its mistress's focus, settled down beside her, its fluffy tail thumping gently against the floor.

"Bonjour, zis ees Aria," she said, her French accent warm and confident. "I 'ave a special request for you. I would like to hire two butlers who will stay in the guest rooms of our current home until our new mansion is built. Zey will be responsible for taking care of ze household chores, cooking, and making sure everything ees perfect for my mother and me."

The person on the other end of the line, a refined voice with a hint of British accent, replied, "Of course, Miss Aria. We'll send over two of our most experienced butlers to attend to your needs. They'll arrive within the hour, with all the necessary arrangements made for their stay."

Aria's aqua blue eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she nodded, even though the person on the phone couldn't see her. "Merci, zis ees wonderful. I'll make sure to have ze guest rooms prepared for zem." with this Aria with Gardevoir and Froslass, went to 2 of their Guest rooms and got them ready for it with Gardevoir and Froslass helping her.

Aria, with Gardevoir and Froslass by her side, made her way up the grand staircase of her current home, her mind focused on the task at hand. She had a mission to complete, and she was determined to see it through. The polished marble steps felt cool beneath her bare feet, and the soft rustle of her cosmic-colored gown accompanied her every step. As they reached the top of the staircase, Aria turned to the left and walked down the long hallway, her heels clicking softly against the hard floor.

As she stood before the guest room, Aria's aqua blue eyes scanned the space with a critical gaze, taking in every detail. The room was tastefully decorated with a creamy white and pale gold color scheme, the furniture polished to a soft sheen. Aria's slender fingers trailed across the doorframe, her French accent whispering softly as she murmured, "Zis will be perfect for our new butler, no?" Gardevoir and Froslass, attuned to their mistress's thoughts, nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with understanding. With a gentle gesture, Aria beckoned the two Pokémon to follow her, and together they set about preparing the room for its new occupant.

As Aria, Gardevoir, and Froslass finished preparing the room, Aria took a step back and admired their handiwork. The room was now warm and inviting, with fresh linens on the bed and a vase of fresh flowers on the nightstand. Aria's aqua blue eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she nodded her head in approval.

"Très bien," she said, her French accent warm and pleased. "Zis will be a wonderful space for our new butler to call their own."

Aria's slender fingers grasped the crystal doorknob of the adjacent guest room, her aqua blue eyes sparkling with a sense of purpose as she turned it gently. The soft click of the latch releasing was followed by the creak of the door as it swung open, revealing a space that was a mirror image of the one they had just prepared. The same creamy white and pale gold color scheme, the same polished furniture, and the same soft, golden lighting. Gardevoir and Froslass followed closely behind Aria, their eyes scanning the room with a quiet intensity, as if searching for any imperfections that might need to be addressed.

With the same attention to detail as before, Aria began to prepare the second guest room, her slender fingers fluttering as she smoothed out the creamy white linens on the bed. Froslass, attuned to Aria's every move, floated beside her, its icy mist swirling gently as it watched its mistress work. Gardevoir, meanwhile, stood guard by the door, its eyes scanning the hallway beyond, ever vigilant.

As Aria fluffed the pillows, her aqua blue eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and her French accent whispered softly, "Zis ees perfect, no?" She stepped back, her cosmic-colored gown rustling softly, and surveyed the room. after they were done they looked over their handiwork when they had finished it smiling happy about how amazing it looked.