At least, that was what Ayaka thought.
Strangely enough, Mira had been acting differently ever since her Father left. Instead of becoming even harsher, she had somehow become kinder and gentler, almost like the mother Ayaka had always wished for.
Just like today.
Mira woke up early and prepared breakfast for her before promising to take her to the shopping district since it was the weekend.
Ayaka had already prepared herself for the usual outcome. She thought Mira would find something wrong with her body the moment she tried on a new dress.
Maybe her arms had gotten bigger, or perhaps her waist had become wider. Somehow, it would all become Ayaka's fault because the clothes no longer fit, and Mira would punish her by cutting her meals or refusing to feed her altogether, giving her nothing but water.
But today was different.
When the shirt Mira handed her refused to button properly, her face suddenly turned pale. It seemed that Ayaka's chest had started to grow.
