After finishing dinner, the table slowly emptied, plates stacked neatly, the last traces of laughter still hanging in the air like an echo. The house felt comfortably full—of voices, of movement, of something warm and real.
Livia suddenly pushed her chair back and stood up. "Alright," she said, clapping her hands once, decisive as ever. "So it's confirmed. We're seeing him."
She grabbed her bag and turned toward their mother. "Mom, I'll drop you home before it gets too late and Dad starts one of his lectures."
Then she looked at Mira, grinning. "See you tomorrow, sissy." She blew her a playful kiss across the table.
"Wait—at least sit a little longer, Liv," Mira said, rising from her chair, reluctant to let the evening end so soon.
"I want to," Livia replied softly, "but it's already late. I'll bring Mom over again soon." Their mother nodded in agreement, her expression calm and content.
