"Nya?"
Mimi stepped out from the main door and glanced at Gracelle, who was slumped over the table, her gaze fixed on the courtyard.
"Ne~ ne, Junior?"
"Hmm?" Gracelle kept her eyes on Javier, her voice soft and distant.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing…" Gracelle rested her cheek on her crossed arms, her expression dreamy, her eyes shining faintly, a soft smile on her lips.
Mimi glanced at her, then back at Javier, then at Gracelle again. A mischievous grin spread across her face before she turned and walked away, leaving Gracelle alone as she headed toward Javier.
Gracelle watched as Mimi stopped in front of Javier, her tail swaying excitedly as she said something that made him laugh.
I wish I could talk to him like Mimi does. Like everyone does.
They're all so lucky, especially Mimi. She can say anything to him, ask him anything, tease him, laugh with him… without hesitation.
She let out a soft, envious sigh.
Why can't I be like that?
