The moment Abigaille saw Vanitas, her eyes brightened.
"Oh, Vanitas! There you are!" She exclaimed, relief and fondness blending in her tone. "Everyone's been searching for you for so long! We're just about to cut the cake—where on earth have you been?"
Vanitas smiled faintly
"I had some things I needed to take care of, Abi." She said simply, walking closer with her usual unhurried grace. "But it's over now. I'll be with everyone soon."
She paused then, her gaze drifting toward Kafka, her expression shifting ever so slightly.
"But first, I need to speak with Kafka. Just for a moment."
Kafka blinked, confused.
"Mom, can't it wait? Everyone's waiting for us. Let's just talk after the cake—"
But Vanitas shook her head gently, her tone firm but affectionate.
"No, darling. This can't wait. I need to tell you something now."
Kafka frowned slightly, though not in frustration—more in curiosity.
