The next morning, the kitchen was filled with warm light and the soft sounds of breakfast being prepared.
Kyouko moved with quiet happiness, her heart still floating from the night before.
She hummed softly as she plated the food—grilled salmon, tamagoyaki, miso soup, and freshly steamed rice.
Not too much.
She didn't want to waste anything.
From now on, she thought, glancing at the table,
I should keep maintaining my beauty… for someone who truly looks at me.
Her smile deepened without her noticing.
She sat at the table with her husband and daughter, placing her hands neatly on her lap.
"Mom? You're really in a good mood today," Satomi said, glancing up briefly from her phone, curious.
"Hmm? I'm always like this," Kyouko replied casually.
"Oh… yeah, sorry~" Satomi smiled faintly and went back to checking her work notifications.
Kyouko looked toward the stairs.
"Where's Haruki? He didn't come down to eat?"
