As Maria and Aqua hurried down the steps toward the garden, Maria's heart beat faster with every step—not out of fear, but genuine disbelief.
Her daughter, Joy, had never been one for close contact. Even Maria herself was allowed only the occasional hug or brief cuddle, and even those moments ended quickly when Joy pulled away, cheeks pink with discomfort.
As for Aqua, Joy practically dodged her affectionate advances, always muttering that she hated clingy people.
But now, as they entered the garden, Maria could clearly see Joy standing beside a tall, cloaked figure, so close that their elbows brushed as they spoke.
It was unnatural for Joy. Completely out of character.
"Just who on earth…?" Maria whispered, slowing slightly.
But before she could finish her thought, Aqua's entire expression changed. Her brows furrowed, and a storm of dramatic emotion crossed her face.
"Oh no." Maria muttered under her breath. "Don't—"
