The subtle ringing broke their connection. Orith broke the contact. She scooped Ruby between her palms. Then she rose slowly, bringing Ruby along. From a wall-mounted cabinet, she grabbed a bathrobe for Ruby.

  "Sorry, sweetie, I think the clothes your mom ordered have arrived." Or enveloped Ruby in the robe. "Though, knowing your Mom's sense of humour, you might be wearing cy bras and garter belts today."

  Ruby can feel her cheeks reddening. "Mom can't seriously intend..."

  Or rubbed her fingers against Ruby's cheeks, taking time caressing them. "Your mother has amazing fashion sense. She knows exactly which colour complements you best."

  A truth that Ruby had to agree. Morgane Spenard dressed to impress, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Or might have the sculpted frame with abs and imposing physique to go with her suits, but Mom, she pulled that same effect with her styles. That wasn't all; she can wear satin dresses and casual cuts, fully imbued with feminine grace, absolutely gorgeous and still cut an impervious image. No matter what Mom wore, she can still be enticingly tempting. Eyes sparkling and coral lips inviting, her grin was always naughty.

  Or pced soft kisses on her forehead. Ruby could only lean into Or, hoping she returned the affection in equal measure.

  "Now you wait. Someone should have brought your new clothes up." Or whispered through lingering touch. "Just remember, sweetie, it's best you spend your time, preparing yourself mentally. Know that you can talk freely to me. I will help you prepare for our date this time."

  "Date?" Those words came out with a dreamy sigh.

  "Yes. A date. The three of us. You, me and your Mom."

  Those words sent prickling chill along her spine. That can't mean...Ruby's breath hitched. "The three us..."

  Or rubbed circles against her palm. She took her fingers, trailing each one. Her strokes became soothing, until Ruby's breathing became even. She could hear Or's humming breaths through their close proximity. It calmed her nerves. She felt the tension leaving her limbs. Her palms opened wide. They remained encased in Or's gentle hands.

  "Trust me. I can assure you, your Mom may surprise you. Just remember she loves you. So trust her."

  And she can only find them willingly, hoping Or can somehow keep her grounded, sane. "Or, may I ask you a question?"

  Or continued stroking, nodding gently.

  Ruby shifted nervously. Her cheek heated further. Her finger tapped impatiently. "Is it okay? I don't know much about applying make-up?"

  Or arched her lips upwards, running gentle strokes along Ruby's cheeks. "How much makeup are you comfortable wearing?"

  Lots. Make me beautiful, please.

  But Ruby couldn't bring herself to say. She turned her gaze lower. "Nothing." She shuffled her feet awkwardly. "You know, until yesterday, I was not exactly thinking of make-up."

  Or sighed, but it came out sweet and gentle. It carried through the lingering air. "It's all right. When I can, I will teach you everything." Her voice trickled warmly through her skin. "Now run along, wait inside my bedroom."

  That gave Ruby pause.

  Inside her bedroom.

  When she went further inside, she saw white curtains streaming through two floor length windows, framing them perfectly. That fell open towards broad patio, leading further towards polished verandas.

  A patio in a penthouse, just what kind of wealth does Orith have at her disposal?

  Her bedroom could fit Ruby's entire house, which seemed inconsequential next to her immacute decor. A four-poster bed sat near the corner, vishly covered with canvas sheets. White ottomans sat lined against is foot, keeping them together.

  Her heartbeat rose. Her senses came alive. Everything filled her entire awareness. Her touch grazed upon the ivory rug. Its rich texture teetered her between each strand. The carpets bore intricately woven patterns.

  Something trailed. Her hips trembled, while her nerves fluttered. Her breath struggled to find a proper rhythm. She can't understand why Or's mere presence enticed her. Even when she couldn't sense her, somehow her nerve endings spiked whenever they came close.

  Ruby threw herself against the canvas bedsheets. Thin silken threads grazed her cheeks. A pillow hugged her, bnketing her senses with lemon grass scent and something more. Her lungs fred. Her breathing slowed. This was all Or's scent.

  Then, Or came carrying a heavy suitcase, effortlessly. In her hands, they weighed next to nothing. Or's strength, in other eras and situations, carried the souls of the valiantly sin, a fully packed suitcase would hardly warrant a comparison.

  Or tossed the suitcase on the bed. She opened the zip to reveal clothes folded neatly inside. Ruby sat upright. Her fingers can't resist exploring. "Are these...?"

  Or tapped her palm gently, giving her warmth. "Your clothes arrived." Then she drew Ruby's palm, pcing it upon suitcase's side. "Take them, pick whatever you fancy."

  When Ruby unfurled one piece, she found a frilly white chemise, trailing ces along its full length. Another piece, silken panties, whose actual material lined dangerously low. They carried many various styles, skirts, tops, boleros jackets, bras, stockings, lingerie. Everything sat within exquisite cuts, fwlessly interwoven within one line. Each item can make anyone gasp. Their price even more.

  But Ruby can never imagine herself wearing dresses that Mom picked.

  Then, she paused. She realised her hands gripping against Or's arm, revealing her shameful depths.

  "You will enjoy wearing dresses." She leaned closer, whispering against Ruby's ears. "You can't deny, you can feel yourself blushing when I talked about dressing you."

  Ruby averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks burning further. The blush can't go any beyond the already deepest scarlet.

  Then she gazed. Or took one piece. She unfurled it against Ruby. It was a silken halter-neck bodysuit. A contrasting band wrapped through her bust, held together only by fragile straps, spreading sheer fabric between them. Another strip circled through her waist, highlighting curves, bringing shape within their confines. The sheer bodysuit continued its pattern through the hips, cdding her completely, yet leaving a generous portion revealing for a tantalising vision.

  Her heart thudded. Ruby can't utter words. Even breath eluded her. As scandalous as the dress was, it left her back, her shoulders, and even her inner thighs open, the idea of Or wrapping her like a precious gift in that outfit, drew an alluring pull.

  Or did rob off her choices. Yet, somehow Ruby can feel anticipation burning through her core.

  Ruby nodded slowly, finding words that formed slowly. "Yes. I will wear them."

  When Or started peeling her robe, Ruby can only surrender, allowing her arms to hang limply, moving only when Or motioned. When Or requested to raise one leg, she followed suit. She can only give half-hearted whimpers, part protesting, part acquiescing. First came the stockings, sheer expensive nylons with an alluring pattern. When Or pced Ruby's feet upon her p. Ruby can only mewl, incapable of speech. Or grazed along her inner thighs, adjusting the material to align.

  Ruby closed her lids shut, murmuring broken sylbles. Her breath came frantic, hailing moans between gaps. That came intermixed within tremors. Her cheeks blushed. Her lips stuttered incoherent sounds.

  Satisfied with the way the stockings clenched around her thighs, Or continued. "It's all about allowing others how they view you, leaving your thighs wide open just to show enough of your inner thighs but not more. That is the secret to allure."

  That sounded easy, until Or asked Ruby y sprawled against the ottoman, pcing her legs upon its rest. When she stood above Ruby, staring directly, giving her unspoken promise, Ruby shyly closed her knees, protecting her nudity.

  "I am going to put the garter belts okay."

  Or ced through straps, dragging them along her thighs, through her naked butt, to firmly rest on her waist. She gave one firm tug, testing its firmness, and liberated a very aching sigh from Ruby. She csped the hanging ends to the stockings, holding both firmly. Her fingers raked along its full length, pressing them closer.

  When Or rested her palms upon Ruby's inner thigh, spreading them apart, Ruby could not utter any protest. Her hips trembled uncontrolbly. A tingling sensation beneath the soft fabric signalled Or's gradual advance.

  Or smirked wickedly, sending thrill through her core. "You can always tell me, whenever you are uncomfortable."

  Ruby can't answer, her voice lost somewhere, escaping her lungs, leaving broken mewls.

  "Now you get up, me get the nipple covers on."

  "Nipple covers?"

  Or smiled softly. Unlike Mom, Or's smiles actually carried genuine gdness at her innocence. "Yes. Neck halter dress is worn open in the back. No bras. The fabric can keep your breasts covered, but they also can also make your boobs perkier."

  And Ruby can only nod, incapable finding words. When Or cupped her breasts within her palm, her chest quivered, searing her touch, pulsing along its wave. Her heart thudded erratically. That travelled through her consciousness, flooding her senses. Her fingers worked meticulously, tugging gently, running through her puffed nipples, strapping them tightly.

  Or smirked, tilting her lips seductively. "Well, I can give you visible outlines through your dress, making your boobs pop, I mean visible outlines may attract attention."

  "I... I don't want that kind of attention." Ruby found her own voice very demure.

  "Then, I think a bolero would go well with the outfit."

  Once again, Or surprised Ruby. She expected Or to insist, or convince Ruby to reconsider, or even slowly coax her to accept. Mom would have found a way to impose her choice on Ruby. Instead, Or proposed compromises, remaining true to Ruby's choice.

  Or leaned closer. "Ruby, can I use pastel shades?" Her voice entered her ears, soothing through its tender touch. "There are two bolero jackets, a dark gray one and a pastel shade. Since the halter bodysuit is bck, I suggest pastel will work well."

  That unbidden urge rose within her core. In her confident gestures, and her offering choices, Ruby knew then, that Or managed to secure her complete trust.

  "Pastel then." Ruby gave her answer in a nod. Or would indeed make her beautiful.

  The dress felt light when Or finished wrapping Ruby in its comfort. Ruby could swear she felt like Or cd her in a thin veil. The material weighed next to nothing. But when she tilted her head down, the fabric proved sufficiently opaque.

  Or leaned closer to adjust the length of the straps behind her neck. The accidental grazes her fingertips made on the nape made Ruby shiver and stumble. Her hands found purchase on the firm hips of Or. They were an anathema by themselves. So soft to sink her palms into and yet so strong to effortlessly hold her weight and not stutter.

  "Now can you tilt your chin slightly." Or stood ahead, gently instructing Ruby.

  Ruby followed. She can feel slight twinges between her breast. Her nipples pebbled further against the covers. When Or pinned them together, they throbbed.

  Or took her arms, gently csping them against her shoulders. "Spread your legs wider. Bring them closer. Now step forward. One leg on the ottoman, please. Let me slide between." Or traced her hands through her thighs. The soft material of the stockings only increased her silken touch. "Just hold the pose for a while. Let me tie these thongs."

  While Or knelt between her feet, Ruby found the will to turn her head down and gaze at Or failing. She could not tilt her head down to meet those promising green orbs. She could stare at the intense concentration on Or's face while she kneeled down before her. She could not watch the way her fingertips worked near her slit. Now that Or removed a few pubes, the exposed skin only heightened the sensation.

  Biting her lower lips, strong enough to draw blood, Ruby suppressed the wistful moan, and the desire birthed words from spilling. She tossed her head to the side. Another mistake, since Or's wardrobe were finely polished and ivory white reflecting surfaces.

  She caught a sight of her in the reflection.

  Ruby. She. Ruby Gand.

  In her fully bck fuck-me-now bck dress, with sharp neckline, exposed back and arms, the hem of her dress parted beside, and one stocking cd leg pced on an ottoman, was a picture of a gorgeous vixen. The word slutty, smutty, trashy never entered Ruby's lexicon. But she can't deny all it took was one gnce, one wink, one word, and she can make many others drip their wetness.

  Then, there was the image of Or kneeling before her, her face lost between the fabric of her dress, lost between her spread thighs, made her drip in wetness. The familiar aching, twitching, throbbing sensation returned to her folds in full demand.

  Or, tall, towering and imposing Or with a sculpted physique; powerful and unfaltering president Or who ruled her construction empire alone from atop her monolithic tower; Or the Valkyrie, a perfection in every way, physical form and virtuous, kneeled before her, attending her needs.

  That was Or, the one Ruby would promise her heart immediately.

  "There, all set." Or gave another of her confidently infectious smiles. "Tightened them, so they would not chaff against anything uncomfortable."

  It was all Or. Always worried about her comfort. Ensuring her choices mattered. Trusting her decisions.

  Ruby can't help falling. She can only lean closer, trying hard suppressing tears. "Thank you."

  "Come, here. Let me give you another hug." Or wrapped Ruby in her frame. "No need to get all teary eyes."

  Ruby felt herself sinking further into her impressive frame. Like Or would stand between her and the world. Ruby could hide behind Or, from all that is dark and violent, and Or would shield her.

  "Would be bad etiquette, even if it were a date arranged by your Mom, to waltz in without slips." Or whispered. Then, a sacious tone entered her voice. "Though, I cannot say the same about your Mom. Just between you and me, I would not put it past Morgane to attempt something outrageous. And believe me, she had done it. On multiple occasions."

  Mom can't possibly... Ruby could hardly complete her thoughts. The blush came faster than everything.

  "Why don't you sit still, sweetie?" Or ushered her towards a vanity table with ivory white rotating ottoman. "Time to get your hair done."

  Ruby sat with her back to Or's rge vanity mirrors. Or stood behind Ruby, massaging her scalp. Then, she proceeded detangling Ruby's hair. Or combed her tresses carefully, forming gentle tugs. That filled her senses, slowly encompassing everything else, till all other perceptions grew faint. Ruby closed her eyes, letting her consciousness sink further into those radiant warmths of Or's touch.

  Or spread Ruby's hair carefully disentangling knots, attaching various contraptions, brushing her hair against various tools, combs, scissors etc. Eventually, she took them free, guiding them carefully towards shoulders. Then Or guided Ruby towards the mirror. She can feel her hands, strong and commanding, giving much needed reassurance.

  When her eyes fell on the mirrors, the reflections of a girl they captured, Ruby's breath hitched. Her tummy did a somersault, in a good kind of way. Her yered tresses dangled towards mid-back. It did feel lighter, bouncy and slightly curly. The usual frizzy matted locks disappeared. She can find subtle curls, seductively coiling. They added richness. They framed her features, making them stand prominent. Or even managed to clip her fringe, allowing them to fall on her sides. They brought attention to her eyes, through their sweeping motions.

  Or knotted Ruby's hair, forming ringlets upon her nape. Then, she applied serum along Ruby's strands, massaging it thoroughly. The finished effect produced twirls shining brightly, brushing through along her cheeks and shoulders when she turned.

  Their final effect was breathtaking.

  Ruby gazed upon her transformation. She can feel her jaw unhinging, dropping. Her hands can't stop tracing her locks, gently twirling them between her fingers.

  That can't possibly me. It's me?

  But her reflection disagreed. Her parted lips revealed pearly whites, grinning in awe.

  The stunning vision. The eye-catching figure that stared back. The exquisite radiance that mirrored her motions. This can't possibly belong to her. But somehow, all these came from her. Her dark mahogany, luscious locks, brushed until their sheen glowed along released curls. Each sway revealed new spirals. She can't resist touching them, gently, csping them within her palms, softly grazing them between her fingers.

  Gone was the trepidation-shackled girl who stuttered before her Mom's barking, instead repced by one bearing confidence. When she dared to gaze, she can glimpse someone endowed with fiery resolve, and a smile that could crumble the world if she chose to wield it properly. Her looks exhibited assured elegance. Her purposeful gnce could charm many. She carried nothing less than perfect femininity.

  Or bent closer, her hair tickling Ruby's cheek. "Dazzled?" Her breath glided along Ruby's cheeks. That set them fring red. The unbidden desires stirred further. Then, Or gently rested her palms upon Ruby's shoulders, raking through her soft tresses.

  Ruby could only focus through her softened motions. "Its stunning."

  "I can make you further gorgeous." Or fshed her winning smile, emanating allure through each feature. Her smirk continued, bearing coyness. "Make-up is all about highlighting your natural beauty."

  Or added soft blush, illuminating her cheeks. She used light mascara, framing her shes. That amplified her gaze. She smoothened Ruby's eyebrows. Even her nose was lightly touched. When she brushed Ruby's eyelids, she chose deeper shades, to complement her hair and dress.

  Ruby's expression changed, hinting feminine grace. She can feel softness she never imagined.

  Or raised her chin gently. "Open your lips wide, sweetie." She traced a line through them. The stroke extended her lip outlines, raising their perch. Then she filled them lightly, leaving them plump, giving them lustre. She carefully applied lipstick, emphasising her beauty.

  When Or tilted Ruby's chin, she can glimpse someone beyond astonishing. Ruby can hardly recognise herself. The memory, clearly etched within her, bore a striking resembnce. And somehow, it can't hold. She can only stare, transfixed. That reflection captured her heart. She can't break the gaze. Or had transformed her to project a suave confidence.

  Her cheeks softly blushed, radiant, reminiscent of rose petals. They merged perfectly along her rich hair. The winged eyeliner highlighted her eyes, brown with a dark circle of iris, the colour of honey kissed chestnut, filled their boundless depth. She even had cheekbones now, pretty and warm, they gave her a different air.

  Ruby stared, unblinking at the shimmering reflection. The graceful form she now carried radiated enthralling confidence. A single smile can cause heart racing throb. Her gestures can create unrestrained attention. When she casts her gnce, many can cower, others can fawn.

  Or gave one final brush through Ruby's hair, uncsping stray strands. Then she swivelled to face her. "Just remember, your glow can bring light within anyone's heart."

  "You mean it?" Ruby's voice trembled. Her heart thudded furiously, unable to handle Or's gaze.

  "Even I can't resist." Or brushed along Ruby's arms, enveloping her warmth. Her words came whispered through tender touches. "I can't bring myself staring elsewhere."

  Her cheeks fmed.

  Yes. Yes. Yes.

  Her cheeks reddened further when Or chose shoes. She gave her full ced mid-calf ones, where delicate flowers were etched. She can feel their leather ribbons pressing against her calves, their ruffles drawing attention towards them.

  "Before I forget, you can wear these." Or clipped jewellery upon her wrists. "Trust me, they will go fine with your stockings."

  Ruby can't argue further. She can't deny Or's choices carried results. Every item looked perfect. Each piece only accentuated her graceful curves. That brought everything together. When she faced her reflection, Ruby can only find herself beautiful.

  Then Or, pressed a small case, a small and pretty metal case, with etched figures of little fairies and butterflies, intricately detailed, and yet simplistic. They were too vibrant in their choice of colour for Ruby to have shunned away like a day ago. But now, she took it because Or gave it.

  "What is this?" Ruby asked. Nudged by Or, she opened and her face sort of twisted and flushed, for different reasons.

  "Hygiene product." Or held Ruby close. "No matter how many tracking apps, and calendars you mark, you never know when your cuterus decides to go all things metal."

  Ruby winced in obvious discomfort. "You can't expect me..."

  Or held her chin gently, staring through Ruby's wavering gaze. "Let me help you understand. I can count twelve ways Morgane can kill me, within thirty seconds. One involves repeated smming me against rocks." Then, her tone shifted to an understanding note. "Your Mom wanted you to be confident in certain situation. And I agree. That is why the thong. But no one wears those, all day and seven days in a week. Those are for special times. You will never know when something leaks, so when you have your thong soaked, always keep a fresh pair or two and panty-liners in hand. Always."

  Or dismissed Ruby to wait in the living room while she prepared herself for the evening.

  Ruby waited leisurely reclining on the same lounge where moments ago, she sat atop Or.

  Umm, can you... can you help me understand...ummm... I am confused about your retionship with Mom.

  But somehow she can't bring herself asking. Or treated her gently. In an odd way, she was more nurturing than Mom. And Ruby can't shake free off feeling she may upset her. She can't bear thinking Or finding her annoying. Or worse. Reject her.

  When Or returned, Ruby found herself speechless. Or looked Majestic, like she can make a God fall to her feet. Her mid-length evening dress hugged every curve perfectly from her shoulder till above knee level, revealing cy stockings underneath. It made her all warming presence, spreading welcoming waves. A few wisps of her ptinum blonde hair escaped the confines of her stylish chignon and swirled beside her cheeks. They fell dancing over her shoulder and caressed her exposed arms, canvassing her statuesque features. Even with the light and barely discernible makeup, her gaze glowed green. They bore an inviting confidence.

  "Ready?" Or's soothing words washed upon her ears. Her steps were still the same, even when she had exchanged her business attire shoes for an open pumps with six-inch heels.

  Ruby found herself nodding despite herself. "Yes." She could only utter soft sylbles. "Though, I can't shake this feeling that I am missing something. About you and Mom. The nature of your retionship. Despite how you both define it as a perfectly legal arrangement..."

  "We may have shared special moments, sweetie. Moments best shared behind closed doors. Then, Marcel came and she fell for him. I mean, he is Marcel. Who am I before him... to stand a chance?" Then, Or stopped. Her lips pursed tight, csping them from uttering any more.

  "But you are a Valkyrie?"

  "I am." Or's voice dipped low, not low enough for sadness but still low enough for a dearth of her usual confidence. "And Morgane did not simply inherit her title, Morrigan, the war queen." The hesitation and deep ruminations were etched on her face. When she eventually spoke, her words were searched and carefully crafted. "Look, Ruby, I know you may hesitate. You may be afraid. Afraid to see who you are. Afraid you would disappoint me. What am I about to reveal is not for me to tell. So listen carefully, I will only give you a part of it."

  Ruby leaned closer, straining her ears, trying desperately hard capturing each sylble, afraid they may lose her focus.

  Or took one breath, gentle, poised. "Morgane may hide her motives purposefully, you may find her rather intentionally cruel. But deep inside, she..." Or huffed, as though that would carry all the information. "When I mentioned that we married for medical benefits. There is more. Morgane was hospitalised. You may not see the severity, but my kind could sense death. And the death of Morrigan, the bloody war queen, the mistress of the shadow path, is not a simple one. I could still feel the poignancy of waiting outside, feeling helpless and bound, while the reaper roamed so close. I would have fought him, if I could get closer to her. Eventually, when she made it out on her own, we decided to get married, so one of us could be close should the situation rises again."

  Ruby found herself speechless. Somehow it all clicked within. Why Mom can't express love properly. Why she can't contain her emotion. Why her harshness may seem ill-intentioned. All because Ruby never considered Mom may also suffer.

  Or why Or would make her feel that way about Mom. A near death incident to show her vulnerability. To make Ruby reconsider her opinion on Mom. But being hospitalised for a long time was no valid excuse for her lifetime pass to being a jerk.

  "Your Mom may treat you coldly. But Morgane cane also become fiercely protective. She can pretend she cares less, since caring openly may expose her vulnerabilities. Promise me something, sweetie. Try understanding your Mom, will you? "

  Ruby can only nod. She can't bring herself to say the word.

  Or treated her kindly. In odd ways, she cared. But Ruby can't liberate herself from the feeling that she could be a victim of unintended outcomes.

  Even Dad, though not in exact same terms as Or, but in his own Dad style, asked her to comply with Mom. Why do the two people she had come to care about in her life would ask her to care for the one person she couldn't care less?

  Ruby can't accept it. Morgane Spenard can't possibly love. What can she possibly offer, except misery.

  "Now, keeping Morgane waiting is not an advisable thought." Or offered her hand. Ruby took it because it was easy to allow the consoling presence offered by Or to envelop her very being within its radiance.

  Or brought Ruby through tall double doors. The exquisite engravings cast their shadows upon her delicate features. Then, they entered. Inside, resplendent colours glowed within chandeliers reflecting light against rich silk canvases. High ceilings welcomed their advance. Ruby found herself whisked towards the carpeted floor, stretching further. Cool wall-mounted light hummed, emitting hues. Stunning vases decorated intermittently, their brilliant hues competing, weaving festivities.

  And standing among them all, surrounded within vivid surroundings, was Morgane Spenard, glowing gracefully.

  Ruby can only gawk. She can't divert gaze elsewhere. Her steps halted. Ruby can't stop herself from admiring. She can only stare wide-eyed, too enraptured and too transfixed.

  A sculpture may often possess intricate detailing, spreading its beauty upon an enthralled audience, captivating them with its lifeless gaze. Even though marble statues can truly astound people, they can only convey beauty through the brazen form. They can't sway in elegant ways, making people wish they would shudder to the tantalising touch. But Morgane Spenard could.

  Mom stood beyond lush aquamarine wall drapes. Her rich purple silk evening dress glittered beneath elusive lights, their sheen amplified along the cascading falls. The cut along her shoulders may reveal much skin, leaving them exposed, framing her beautifully formed curves, but not the sharpness that was all Mom. Her movements still carried her alluring grace.

  Her features shone brilliantly, emitting silent radiance. The soft light from chandeliers hanging overhead may compete, but they will fail. Her charm contained subtle smiles.

  "You are te." Mom spoke, while she took her time appreciating Ruby's entire presence. "Though, my daughter looks dazzling. That makes it acceptable."

  That gave Ruby pause.

  Did Mom actually give her complement, specifically directed towards her?

  Morgane Spenard can hold gres meant to strike fear, while her voice can whip others, freezing them, often leaving them stunned. In worse situations, her wrath can cause souls to cry tears. Now, her voice came sweet, carried along pyfulness.

  Mom circled Ruby. She kept staring. Not through her. But upon her. Her finger caressed Ruby's cheek. "So darling, I can safely presume you love it?" Her tone could be construed as imperiousness, hiding beneath superiority. Yet, her voice came sweet, gliding along her ears, only spilling comfort.

  Ruby can't quite decipher her feelings. Forlorn thoughts rang within her heart. While she stood bewildered, her lips can only respond accordingly. "Umm... Yes, thank you, Mom."

  "Thank you, Or. You took your time preparing my daughter. I can never quite imagine she can become so beautiful."

  Then, Mom's hands gently pressed Ruby's fingers. That firm touch grazed her skin, drawing buried tremours. When she took Ruby's palm, her cheeks fmed. Morgane Spenard started tracing her fingertips. She touched all her fingers, carefully, covering their length. Her strokes formed pattern, bringing attention.

  Mom can always feel soft. But when she chose, she can become astonishingly tender.

  That gave Ruby pause. She wished she could pull her hands, sink them into her bolero jacket. But Or, took her other arm. Her touch grazed up, slowly travelling till they grasped her arms.

  Mom leaned closer. She can feel her breath, tickling her cheek. Her words brushed against her ears. "The table awaits. Let us make our entrance."

  Or rubbed Ruby's palms, warm, while Mom pulled her arm closer, csping her fingers, sending unbidden tingles along her spine. Then, they walked along pristine hallways, passing opulent statues, dispying intricate details, breathing their silent allure. While they guided her, Morgane Spenard dipped closer, holding Ruby tightly, whispering how adorable she looked. When Or slid further, closing their distance, her frame coiled protectively, shielding her as she enraptured her senses.

  Ruby found herself willingly enthralled. Mom had her mean bitch game on, while Or was comforting, and they both tugged her from either side, leading her forward.

  Mom beelined towards the rooftop seating. Typical. Mom never waited to be led to her table. Wherever she stepped in, she would demand her spot and cim it.

  As they walked through, Ruby let the luxurious interior fill her gaze. The restaurant decorated beautifully – each seat adorned its setting perfectly . The carpeted floors allowed her dainty heels to glide smoothly. Even their luxurious designs didn't compare, since each expensive chair, ornate silver cutlery, ceiling length chandelier carried much style. It was all Mom's taste. Rich. Refined. Glitzy. She can appreciate it all because Morgane Spenard was there. Infted egos. Belligerent cims. Assertive style.

  Certainly, not the kind of pce possible to visit with Dad. Perhaps, Dad was right. Mom belonged to a different echelon, and Ruby would be well-educated to manoeuvre in such rich settings.

  With Dad, it was uncomplicated. They would have ordered pepperoni pizza and called it a night.

  No eborate ritual involving the whole evening to get dressed, even though Ruby had to acknowledge, if not to anyone but to herself, the end result was charming. Much to her liking. Not just the attention of Or, but the way she transformed.

  "But Mom, will this spot be warm enough?" Ruby tilted her chin to gesture at the open sky above.

  "Darling, but then how can we not sit and appreciate of the glorious dancing lights of the city." Mom had a point. The location did provide them with one stunning view. That justified its exclusivity. And Mom's choice. She preferred how the whole world appeared beneath her feet.

  When they took their seat, Mom wore her suggestively charming smile again. She removed her pumps, and smirked. "Darling, remove your shoes. We are three witches on a table under the wide open sky. Perhaps, you should let your feet touch the ground. Don't worry, the staff are well selected. Not uninformed."

  That caught Ruby unaware.

  "Darling, do you need help with your shoes? Mom can help." Mom drew closer.

  She squirmed, in her seat. Her grip sought Or, and her voice came a weak whimper. "Umm... Actually, I would like Or to help me."

  "Aww...Ruby...mom can help." Mom pouted.

  "She asked me." Or scooted closer.

  "I am her mom." Ruby never thought Mom had a fir for such pyful dramatics.

  "Then she can make her choice." Or disagreed.

  "Not acceptable. Daughters belong only to their mothers." Mom fshed Or her sacious smile, one filled with promises behind closed doors. "Tell you what, Or, let me have my Mom privilege and I will reward you with some bewitching."

  "I am sorry, sweetie." Or patted Ruby's palm.

  Ruby nodded. And because it seemed appropriate, she meekly added, barely audible because she can't raise her voice. "That's alright."

  Then, Morgane Spenard cupped Ruby's feet within her palm. Her grip softened them. She brought them closer, tilting her chin, capturing Ruby's gaze. While Mom kept staring, her palms glided slowly, slipping gently between to uncsping the straps allowing her delicate feet freedom. Then she took Ruby's foot within her palms, pressing her thumbs firmly over the flimsy nylon. Her fingers ran through the length, exploring further. They swept against her ankle.

  Ruby can only sigh, leaning closer, gasping. She can feel herself trembling. Her grip on Or's hand tightened. Heat rose within her chest. Her hips ached. She can only grip against the steady support of Or. Her breath came in deepened moans.

  Morgane Spenard raised her brows with a knowing smirk. "Enjoying it?"

  "I am. Mom." Ruby reminded herself that lying, especially to Mom, was not the best course of action.

  When Ruby leaned closer, Or pced her arms protectively.

  Mom tapped her fingers against Ruby's knees, pyfully. "Tell me, darling, are you feeling tingly?"

  And Ruby can only answer with truth. "I am feeling flushed."

  Then Mom reached further. Her fingertips grazed Ruby's waist, leaving behind soft trails.

  Ruby can't fight further. "Umm... Mom can I ask you, since I am sort of concerned about it? Why are you treating me differently today? Not just today, but like never before."

  Mom gave one light tug against her waist, letting go immediately. Then, she pnted quick kisses along Ruby's wrist, each gesture den with emotion.

  "Is it because I finally come close to your standards?" Ruby can't stop herself. She can't quite deny these affections. Her tone carried emotions she never could express before.

  But Mom huffed loudly, giving her knowing smirk. "You can hardly compare yourself against me, since I am fwless."

  That drew a wistful sigh. Mom can sometimes become difficult.

  "Ruby, since you question me, I confess. It's my fault. I never gave you any attention. You are my daughter. I never realised I should also become a mother. Like Mothers can treat their daughters." Then she twirled Ruby's hair, her voice spilling sincerity. "So forgive me, even if you will not understand for now."

  Then, Mom sat on her chair, and gestured for their meal. While they waited, she kept pying with Ruby's hair, occasionally brushing the rich tresses over her shoulders. She whispered softly, filling Ruby's senses. "I know, since I can never speak truthfully, I can't possibly ask forgiveness. But can you... can you try accepting?"

  When their ptes arrived, Morgane Spenard perked. "For starters, may I suggest creamy lobster bisque?" Her choice sounded interesting, though Ruby can't bring herself questioning.

  Mom bartered further. "Or caviar."

  Ruby stared dumbfounded. Not the kind of choice she was presented often. With Dad, it was all select the burger with half a pound of meat. Toss out the vegetables and devour to order a next one.

  Her concerns ended when Mom brought one spoonful to her lips. The juices melted within her mouth, washing senses within complex hues. An interesting dish.

  "You should try the caviar too?" Or took her chin, tilted them to her spoon. Ruby can only part her lips, letting Or feed her. She can't deny her completely. It tasted better than she expected.

  Then Mom snatched her lips, with her spoon, of course.

  Ruby can't stop herself turning her flushed. So this is what being pampered looks like. She can feel her heart flutter.

  Or continued, den within her features, glowing softly. "The next dish can become sumptuous." She expined, her voice dipped lower, caressing her ears. "Crusted loin, fillet mignon, with coddled eggs."

  Their mains arrived, uninterrupted. Morgane Spenard added part of her pte onto Ruby's pte. When Ruby stared with wide-eyed bewilderment, she whispered through soft tones, breathless. "Just eat darling."

  Ruby could not question much, since the other dishes – apple mousse pie, saffron rice cooked slowly within creamy bisque, steak ced with French bean – looked inviting. They tasted delicious.

  Mom kept serving her portions, asking Ruby politely, tugging her cheeks pyfully. "Do you wish any other dishes, darling?"

  Without a preamble, the first of the touch came. Ruby felt it, very poignantly, through her nylon encased feet. The touch, slow, tantalisingly slow, as they slithered up her ankles. So that was Mom's pn all along when she made it sound like a witchy ritual to remove her shoes; all she wanted was to py footsie with her.

  Ruby can only raise her brows, the only sign of resistance. That hardly counted. And Mom, already enraptured by her new daughter, could not simply care. Another touch followed. This time, stronger. Ruby can sense the intent, rising between their silken caress. She felt its effects. Spreading within her chest. Flushing upon her cheeks. Emerging through quivering motions. She can feel its twinges stirring within her folds.

  Twin touches. Now Ruby was sure. Two different pairs of toes pyed with her beneath the table. Both equally naughty. Both equally wicked. One belonging Mom, Morgane Spenard. The second belonging Orith Sohrensdottir.

  Ruby could accuse Or for jumping with Mom's fancies. But, honest to her heart, she can't deny either. These touches, swelling within her core, flooding through her senses, causing throbbing pleasures. She can't pull herself free.

  "We are going to py a game, darling." Mom suggested, speaking words den within their intimacy. "You can guess which one belongs to Or and which one is your mother's."

  Then, Morgane Spenard slowly drew her tongue, leaning closer, guiding her lips through delicate motion, brushing Ruby's fingers, lingering longer. "Can you feel it, darling?"

  One toe raked across her ankles, while another roamed along her calves. Neither showed any sign of stopping. Both exploratory and curious.

  Ruby can't voice denial. Her thoughts can't reach her words. She only gazed within an unfocused stupor.

  The grin that Or bore, stretched further. Her sighs softened, caressing Ruby's ears. "Sweetie, we can't make your cheeks fme further. They are already flush."

  Mom huffed through her pursed lips, pouting. "Should I end our little game, since it may excite you. And you may call me a cruel mother?"

  Ruby can't believe they pyed her. They never stopped. Their strokes became longer, twisting against her calves, pinching against her skin, raking further along her silken stockings. The tension grew tauter. That unleashed further throbbing ache between her thighs.

  Mom circled her fingers against Ruby's palm, within strokes tantalisingly slow. "Darling, one rule. You can't look below to see."

  "Mom, I can't...this can't..." Ruby can only gasp her objections. She can't lift her gaze, watching Mom speak teasingly. "You can't make me py your game."

  As though on command, one toe retreated. The other continued audaciously climbing her knees. Ruby could not say who. Both Mom and Or wore suggestive smiles. One set plump coral pink, mischievous smirk. Another sharp arched and merlot-red, seductive lips. Both equally tempting.

  Then, the touches switched. One pulled back to be repced by another pair of exploring legs. They ran up her legs, traced an intricate curve along the rim of her stocking. They rose boldly, caressing with extreme boldness. Those torturously soft toes, like whispers uttered with sweet nothing, lingered on the dangerous borders between where the stockings pinched her thigh and her pale naked skin began.

  Just a bit higher. Ruby found herself fighting, with palpitating beats. She can't form objections, nor can she encourage.

  Then, the feeling beneath her dress, the daring toe rose to tug the estic of her garter belts. It pulled harder that Ruby released a deep and desperate moan. When the band was released, the resulting snap was audible enough to drown Ruby's whimper. The sp on her naked thighs, the resulting vibration travelled up to reach her folds.

  Ruby really wanted it to be Or because she desperately craved those toes to trail higher, on her folds.

  Not that Mom was ugly or unattractive in any way. Mom had the allure and the sharpness, and commanding presence to silence the storms, but she was Mom. Her Mom.

  "Sweetie, we can make you feel amazing." Or, then, dipped her voice, exhaling warm breath upon Ruby's ear. "Your cheeks are already flushed." Then, Or fshed her seductive smile. "Close your eyes." She urged through whisper. "Do you feel the touch? Can you guess who?"

  The toe retreated, and another one caressed her ankles again. A touch, both pyful and caring, possibly Or. The second set travelled further, kneading her calves, squeezing her tight muscles. The edge upon its caress bordered between tickling, and erotic intent, since Mom always chose devilish tactics. The fact may remain, she can't stop either.

  Ruby could not choose which toe she liked better.

  "Mom, please..." Ruby can't stop gasping. "...stop..."

  But she can't exactly say why. That it felt wrong. Or actually deliciously wrong. Or they may catch attention.

  Mom nodded eagerly. "Darling, if that is your wish, then we stop." Mom continued with her sweet, dripping thickly syrup sweet, voice, except they were directed at Or. "I got something for you."

  Or released a very sensually fulfilled gasp when Mom sashayed to her. In Mom's fingers, dangled a green pendant -- a twin to the blue one on Mom's neck. Even though its sheen dazzled, Or reacted differently.

  Or clenched her fists tightly, leaning into Mom's touch, exposing her bare neck to Mom's satisfaction. When Mom grazed along Or's nape, a caressing soft touch, Or panted through quick breaths. Her motions trembled. She shuddered whispering through tears. "Morgane...this can't..." Then, she looked furtively towards Ruby, through moist glistening tears. "Not while Ruby can witness us."

  Then Mom weaved her hands through cascading tresses, pale ptinum blonde swirled to Mom's comfort.

  The touch, the sighs and heavy breath from Or, the way, Mom traced her hands, slowly, like she knew what she was doing, made Ruby feel like she intruded on an intimate scene. Mom's hands slipped along Or's neck to rub along her earlobes. Or tilted her head, her cheek needingly nudged on Mom's knuckles. The movements were achingly desperate and well familiar; feelings, seeking the comfort of an old lover.

  That caused Ruby's cheeks to burn further. They scalded vividly, breaking all measure. She could barely manage to stutter words. She could only grasp Or's palms, tightly, while another whimper escaped Or's lips.

  Another discrepancy. A glitch in her emotions. Because, she should feel jealous. Anyone would. She liked Or. No doubts there. Ruby would even verbalise it. In front of a crowd without fear. So, it should be normal that she should feel jealous when the woman she fancied mewled in the arms of her Mom.

  Except, she did not feel the jealousy.

  Rather, Ruby can only watch transfixed. Captivated.

  Mom may kiss Or. And Ruby would join. No green-eyed monster there. Instead, she would choose Or's shoulders, sprinkling soft pecks. Each gesture den with intimacy. A quiet love. One can barely hear. Except for the sounds they would make with their lips.

  At that instant, to Ruby, Or became more. And Mom... Morgane Spenard went from a powerful, malicious witch to an all embodying, mysterious entity. Or had confidence to shatter armies, and might to cleave battlefields. She contained powerful magic, and unyielding prowess. But she became weak-kneed upon one smouldering gnce from Mom.

  Mom carried an aura of hardening steel. And she can make people scream when she trains her penetrating gaze on them.

  A surprisingly shocking fact that Or who exuded confidence with graceful poise and movement, now basically purred in Mom's hands. Mom could command, and Or would get an all four and put her tongue to good use.

  Then, Mom's caress intensified. Her lips twisted seductively, bearing mischief behind glimmering mirth. She pulled Or closer to csp the green pendant against Or's neck.

  That stunned Ruby further.

  "So you do remember." Mom murmured through timbre tones.

  "Yes, I do, Morrigan."

  "Morrigan, what?" Mom pressed those words with the same intensity of her fingers that dug into Or's shoulders.

  "Morrigan, witch-mother." Or liberated those words with an excruciatingly aching sigh.

  A very satisfied smile fell on Mom's face.

  "Please, Morgane, not any further." Or pleaded, but if whimpers and the tremblings in her lips were anything to go by Ruby suspected otherwise. "Not before your daughter."

  Any further indulges were cut short. A very prickly sensation impacted on Ruby's nape, and it slowly slithered, till they spread all through her frame. Not a disgusting one, but more akin to a big icy droplet that fell on her bareback and ran, eliciting shivers all over.

  Only an unseen hand of authority, tore her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her eyes. Her gaze flicked towards the entrance. Ruby's heart, that throbbed violently like a caged beast, now skipped. Stopped, for a full five seconds.

  Dad stood talking to the head waiter. Beside Selina, held his arms, too tightly.

  "Darling, what is it? You looked like you had seen a ghost." Mom banced on a single foot, as she twisted her back and craned her neck in impossible ways. When she straightened her pose, the cruel smirk was back. "Oh, it is only Marcel. Hmm... I wonder what he is doing here. This is not the kind of establishment your Dad would frequent."

  Ruby can hear her pulse again. They crashed against her eardrums, while Mom can only glower haughtily.

  "Perhaps, someone might have slipped an expensive and romantic paid dinner card along with the wedding gifts." A host of all things mean and schadenfreude settled on Mom's features. "A very anonymous well-wisher, I guess. These kinds of things happen with wedding gifts, you know." Then, Mom shrugged, as if bereft of any culpability.

  Ruby can only gawk. Thoughts refused to produce words.

  How can Mom view existence dispassionately, reducing them, nullifying them, bringing everything beneath her iron will?

  Then, she could no longer focus since Dad, wearing one big confused expression, followed his waiter.

  Ruby felt the blood drain from her face.

  Mom still stood, unfazed, like a pyer who predicted their opponents move well in advance.

  Dad took too many steps. Any time soon, a mere few seconds, and he would be beside her.

  "Go ahead, Darling." Mom's voice bore none of her teasing, all perfectly masked. "Give your father a hug. It's alright. You can now run, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheeks and greet him. Those are perfectly logical for a girl to greet her father."

  Dad stopped, tugged by Selina. She whispered something and adjust her stance. Dad nodded.

  "Oh wait." The smirk returned to Mom's face. "You will have to introduce yourself. No trouble there. Don't worry. What kind of father doesn't recognise his own daughter? Not, Dad of the century, Marcel."

  "Mom, please." Ruby croaked. Her throat felt parched, and aching. "I can't let Dad see me like this. I can't draw his attention here. Can you like, please, disappear or hide beneath the table?"

  "Darling, one thing your mother never does, is back away from a fight. You are asking me to hide from my ex-husband." Mom fanned herself with her palms.

  "Do me this one favour, Mom." Sheer apprehension twisted and rose like swampy miasma. "Please, I owe you for this one. I am begging you."

  "Ruby, words have power." Mom's voice turned all serious, like a well-whetted bde ready to be wielded. "Do not use them carelessly. In case, you didn't realise, you just made a deal with a witch. And I am the Mistress of the Shadow Path. Do you still agree?"

  Dad now broke from Selina's kiss and turned to his waiter. Any second may bring Dad's attention.

  "I agree." Ruby uttered.

  That might have been Mom's pn all along. Everything may unfold along her strange directions. Mom could py her twisted games well, and she will always come out triumphant in the end.

  Mom disappeared into the restroom, just as Dad crossed beside.

  Ruby leaned into Or, their hands clench against each other. Or was comfort and support, and suddenly, up this close, her green eyes, matched the verdantness of her pendant.

  Dad stood for a moment, waiting for his waiter to adjust their seats. With Selina leaning on his one side, they looked stunning, together. Even then, his other arm shifted slightly from his body. They were open enough to provide space for another. As though his body automatically and without any conscious thought, shifted gears. That empty arm was for her. Only a mere ten steps separated Ruby from her rightful pce.

  Just stand and walk.

  Five seconds was all that stood between them.

  The wishful thoughts kept tugging her heart, prompting her limbs, ushering her closer. That right side of Dad, the way his arm poised, a small bit away from his body. That was her spot. It was as though Dad's subconsciousness was signalling her to come. With Selina draped on his left, and she tched on his right, they would complete the perfect family.

  Then, Ruby can feel her chest ache with tightening. Her breaths shallowed, quicker. Her throat constricted. She could not find strength within her arms, while they trembled against Or.

  How can she possibly walk, when her knees can't stop their weakness? How can she call his name, since her voice can't find its volume?

  Then, Selina clutched his waist. They both giggled. The peal of ughter only drove deeper. She can hear their voices. Jokes that she very much wanted to be included in.

  Her fingers found comfort between Or's palms. Or csped them tightly, cupping Ruby's trembling fingers.

  If she can walk ten steps, cross the distance between her Dad, reach him, touch him; then, everything would go better.

  But, can she make it to ten steps? Does she even want to?

  She knew the answer.

  She was not ready to meet him. Dad may hold her tight. Kiss her forehead to dissipate all worries. And then, he would rush, seeking Mom. No. Hunting Mom. And Mom would snap her fingers tossing him out of existence.

  Dad and Selina sat opposite to each other. Their gaze held so much love. Almost simir to the one Or gave Mom. Ruby felt shackled by strong and ethereal chains and against her will. She could seek neither.

  Selina leaned closer and giggled in Dad's ears. Then, Dad turned. His gaze settled on Ruby. Even if her back was turned to Dad, Ruby could sense it. The poignancy of it, very keen and acute.

  Dad, when you are with your new wife, you are supposed to concentrate on her. Not divert your attention to any random girl who draws your concentration with vague resembnce.

  That's right. A random girl. That is who she is to Dad now.

  The notion was painful. Only Or's grasp provided her comfort. They stopped her from dissolving into a teary mess.

  Then, Dad did the unthinkable. He stood, but only for a moment.

  Ruby sat perplexed. Flummoxed. The strength drained from her body. The arms went all high.

  Dad took the first step. Then another. Towards them.

  Ruby paled. Everything around spun. Her grip on Or was the only thing that tethered her to the world.

  "Calm down." The undeniable confidence wormed its way back in Or. Her voice was soft, grounding and tender. "Trust me, will you?"

  Ruby could only whimper her answer.

  Or liberated her palms from Ruby's grasp, and settled them on her cheeks. Then the merlot-red lips with all their intoxicating grace took Ruby's lips. The kiss robbed her off all sensation, leaving only the silken soft, arched form of Or as her world. Her fingers clutched Or's nape. When her palm met her cvicle, Ruby welcomed Or's warmth.

  Dad stood stunned.

  Then, Or's tongue prodded, parting Ruby's cooperating lips.

  Ruby welcomed the presence inside. Or's tongue gently caressed Ruby's, wrapping against each curve, reaching her core.

  When Or took Ruby's lip between her lips, sucking, she can't help sighing, drowning herself within pleasure. Or's hands held Ruby's nape. Hers clutched Or's shoulders. She can't stop herself parting, willing Or inside. More and more, till her tongued robbed her of all conscious thoughts.

  Or pyed her lips. Gave it her all, breaking any remaining resistance. Ruby could only leave a loud whimper. Her hands tightened, clutching Or closer. Or's kiss showed her all love. In all their raw intensity, vividly described within her ministrations. Ruby gave herself fully.

  Ruby's thoughts fragmented. A certain silence within her world. The space between Or's breath. That breathless pause. Everything stood still. She could no longer feel Dad's gaze settle upon them.

  Or broke the kiss. "Your dad is back to his seat. Calm now, sweetie."

  Or kissed her. She cimed her lips. Very audaciously and before Dad.

  Her heart, tummy, and core, everything somersaulted. Her first kiss was better than she anticipated. All because it was Or. Perhaps, it did lend itself to wait for the right person. Everything was so much better with Or.

  "If you must know, your Dad's face is red like a well spanked baboon's butt." Only Or could wrestle her from the maws of catatonic apprehension and put a smile back on her face.

  Mom may drag Ruby's presence. She may morph her appearance. But Or, she can help Ruby free herself. She can grant Ruby confidence. And it wasn't mere lip service. Instead, Or proved her worth. She can alter their fate. That was what her kiss gave her.

  "Let's leave while he is distracted." Ruby suggested.

  "Then, let me help you with your shoes." Or deftly helped Ruby pce her feet inside her shoes, and tied their ces.

  As they slowly walked their way to the entrance, Ruby felt Dad rushing from behind.

  His steps were fast and heavy.

  "Miss..." It felt strange to be addressed by Dad that way.

  Ruby froze.

  "Miss." Dad approached close. Too close for her to mask her emotions. Too close to deny anything. Even Or's presence and the careful hold of her palms on shoulder could not steady Ruby.

  "Miss, you forgot your mobile." Dad held her mobile in her hand.

  The st known location of her mobile was in Mom's car.

  Mom. She pyed her hand again.

  And she did it while seemingly navigating her into taking a deal. When Morgane Spenard took a deal, she would come out always on top. It was not even a matter of winning. Even not pying her game was not an option. Mom always won.

  "Miss, here." Dad offered.

  Ruby slowly liberated herself from Or's presence. She turned slowly, bancing her posture. When she reached to take, Dad stopped. His brows furrowed in that way they always did when Dad concentrated on something intensely. Other women often found it captivating. Now Ruby only found dread instead.

  On the far side, Selina turned in their direction, a very encouraging smile danced on her lips. In her kingfisher blue dress, she looked charming.

  "I know this mobile." Dad turned the mobile, this way and that way.

  The coiled tension threatened to spike inside Ruby.

  Dad stood straight. He fshed his winning smile. The one he offered freely. His excitement caused Ruby's cheeks to heat. She can't deny she missed them.

  "My kid has a simir one." He said. "Even the same cover and even the dents are simir."

  Ruby pstered her neutral facial expression. Any dispy may give Dad clues.

  Then, Dad moved forward, leaned closer. He peered intensely. Closely. Then, he pointed his fingers. "See these dents along its surface?"

  His finger trailed against Ruby's smartphone surface. Her phone contained exactly four shallow dents along its panel edges, where she dropped it inadvertently while carrying them. Four marks along edges.

  Dad kept running his fingers through Ruby's screen. He narrated the story. The exact one Ruby can remember, very clearly. While Dad recounted each event, he touched upon each dent, one by one, vividly. While he remained oblivious, it stirred Ruby's memories. Each dent took her recollections. Each became ndmarks, etched deep within her thoughts.

  When Dad finally liberated her mobile, she can feel her heartbeat rising.

  "I am still surprised, this looks just like my kid's mobile. Even the scratches and dents are so simir. This model must be famous among kids these days"

  "About that." Ruby gave a nervous ugh born of necessity. "It is. Your son and I are of the same age and all, so it makes sense we go for a simir model and cover."

  That should have been the end. Ruby could take the mobile from Dad's hand and disappear.

  "Miss, I never said my son's age." Dad scratched the back of his head.

  Did Dad catch her slip up? Ruby chastised herself. She held herself, and tried taking deep breaths. Her grip against Or's palms became cmmy. Even her chest can't quite hold. Palpitations shook her frame.

  "That's because of the way you see." Her words were slow, and steady and measured not to drop the word 'Dad'. "You only have the eyes of a father for me."

  With her mobile tightly clutched in her hands, Ruby rushed out. Even if her feet went wobbly, Or was there to catch her.

  ElenaV

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