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Ever since Emilia had started to stay over at her place, Crystal had all but forgotten about her gloominess from before.
In fact, she felt like her days couldn't get much better, and she would be perfectly fine if this was how things stayed forever.
Today, too, started with Emilia serving her breakfast in the bed. A hot cup of perfectly brewed tea that she was sure had needed her mother's help, and a delicious piece of lemon cake that she knew Emilia had baked herself. It still had a little room for improvement, but the fact that this spoiled little rich daughter who had everyone dancing at her whims made it on her own initiative was enough to boost its flavor by at least ten times.
