"What was that, dear?" her mother asked, but she immediately shook her head and said, "Nothing, mom. Nothing. I'll write it down before I go to work, so don't worry." She smiled at her and continued to eat.
"You're a good girl. While you're at it, leave your co-workers' numbers, too. Their address and how many are you working in the shop, okay?" Sylver added in a serious tone.
"Yes, Dad. I'm on it," she replied. Amaia and Sylver didn't ask too much anymore after that. Instead, they just continued with breakfast.
It happens all the time and she couldn't do something about it. She had always been too obedient to her parents, but sometimes, Cassandra was also sick of it. They always wanted to know all of the things she did every single day despite the fact that she also wanted to have a private life.
