By the time Amara had half-finished her breakfast, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from upstairs.
She didn't even need to look.
She already knew.
Bella.
Still—Amara looked anyway.
And paused.
Bella came down the stairs like a storm trapped in human form—hair flying everywhere, steps uneven, almost slipping in her rush as she practically launched herself toward the kitchen.
Amara blinked slowly.
"…Is she being chased?" she muttered under her breath.
Across the table, Charlie lowered his newspaper, clearly preparing to say something—probably a normal, civil good morning.
But before he could even open his mouth—
Bella zoomed past him.
Not a word.
Not a glance.
Just straight to the kitchen, biting her lip like she was late for something life-threatening.
Amara stared after her, fork paused mid-air.
Then, without even turning fully, she called out—
Not loud.
Not soft.
Just enough.
"There's breakfast in the kitchen. And coffee."
From inside, Bella's voice shot back instantly—
"Okay!"
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Amara slowly turned her head toward the kitchen, eyes narrowing.
"…She's not walking," she murmured.
"She's… attacking the floor."
Charlie coughed into his hand, clearly trying not to laugh.
Amara returned to her food, finishing the last few bites in peace.
Or—what she thought would be peace.
A moment later—
Thump.
Bella came back.
And dropped into the chair beside Amara.
Hard.
Like a child who didn't understand the concept of chairs being furniture and not enemies.
Amara turned her head slowly.
Looked at Bella.
Then looked at the chair.
Then back at Bella.
Her expression said everything:
Are you serious?
Because seriously—
Wasn't the heroine supposed to be graceful?
Elegant?
Effortlessly charming?
Then why—
Why did Bella look like someone who had just been released into civilization yesterday?
Bella noticed the stare.
"What?" she asked, completely unbothered.
Amara just shook her head, sighing lightly.
"Nothing."
Bella shrugged and immediately took a bite of her food.
Her eyes lit up.
"Mmm—this is so good! Amara, thank you for the breakfast."
Amara didn't even hesitate.
"I didn't make it. Charlie bought it from the diner."
Bella paused mid-chew, then turned toward Charlie.
Charlie gave a small nod.
Bella mumbled, "Thank you, Charlie—"
Her mouth still full.
Amara froze.
Slowly turned her head.
And stared.
Deeply.
Judging.
"…Wow," she thought. "We've reached a new level."
No table manners.
No grace.
No awareness.
Just chaos.
Pure, unfiltered chaos.
Amara exhaled slowly, losing the last bit of appetite she had left.
Without another word, she stood up, picked up her plate and cup, and walked to the kitchen.
She rinsed them quietly, placing them aside with controlled calm.
Because if she stayed there any longer—
She might say something.
And it wouldn't be nice.
Leaning lightly against the counter, Amara frowned slightly, her thoughts drifting.
Bella…
When she was with Edward—
She changed.
Her posture softened.
Her movements became careful.
Almost… elegant.
Like she suddenly remembered how to exist properly.
But here?
With them?
With Charlie… and her?
She was—
This.
Messy.
Loud.
Unrefined.
Amara's eyes darkened slightly.
"…So what is this?" she thought.
"Do we not deserve that version of her?"
Or was it simply—
That Bella never thought she had to try?
A faint, humorless smile touched Amara's lips.
"Interesting."
Very interesting.
Behind her, Bella's voice echoed again, still cheerful, still unaware.
And Amara closed her eyes briefly.
"…This is going to be a long day."
Outside—
A car horn suddenly honked from the driveway.
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