As Luan and Maira chatted, a soft sound of footsteps could be heard coming from the stairs. A young woman with hair as white as snow and red eyes, as intense as Luan's, gracefully descended. The room's light reflected on her silvery strands, giving her an almost ethereal aura.
Upon reaching the room, still wrapped in a sleepiness aura, she murmured, "Good morning..." Her voice, though inherently cold in tone, carried a melodic timbre.
Maira, smiling maternally, replied, "Good morning, daughter. How about washing your face to wake up fully?"
"Okay~" Catharina nodded. Though her expression was reserved, there was a faint sparkle in her eyes, a touch of gentleness.
As the silver-haired young woman headed to the lavatory, the sound of more footsteps filled the air. Cristina entered the room, closely followed by Rikka, Amanda, and Monica, heralding a busy day about to start.
