Aria was clearly a little surprised.
“Isn’t today Sunday? Belle, what brings you here?”
Isabelle smiled brightly. “No classes this morning, so I came to see you. From now on, whenever I don’t have class, I’ll come over. Okay?”
Her tone was light and carefree.
Aria’s expression softened. As if coaxing a child, she raised her hand and gently ruffled Isabelle’s hair.
“Of course that’s okay. I wish I could see you every day.”
The scene was warm and natural.
But I suddenly realized something—
I was still sitting at the dining table.
The rosemary pancakes in front of me lay there quietly.
And by the door, there was now someone who had disrupted my plans.
Aria took Isabelle’s hand and led her inside.
“Belle, have a seat first. I’m making pancakes—I’ll serve one for you.”
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