Not long after the incident,
Sandra, Al's mother, was watching TV while chopping food in the Virellano residence kitchen—a hobby that was one of the reasons Edward could keep loving her despite the relentless temptations of the upper-class world.
Her eyes were fixed on the TV, but her mind was elsewhere.
Ever since Al had returned, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Regret and denial constantly clashed in her heart.
How bright David was in her eyes… and how dim Al appeared in her heart.
But.
I'm so confused about myself. Even now, after three months of forcing myself to accept him, truly accepting Al still feels… difficult. Especially since lately, he and David just can't seem to get along.
Her eyes drifted, unfocused for a moment, though her muscle memory was enough to guide her hands steadily as she sliced the ingredients before her.
