Ingrid accepted the glass of water from Christine, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. As she sipped the water, Christine quietly stood by, observing the interaction between the siblings.
Sten, with a mischievous grin, couldn't resist teasing Ingrid about her teary-eyed appearance. "You know, sister, with those puffy eyes, you kinda look like a pumpkin," he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.
Ingrid paused mid-sip, blinking at Sten with a mix of surprise and innocence. "A pumpkin?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Is that bad?"
Sten leaned back in his seat, feigning seriousness. "So bad," he declared with a nod, maintaining a deadpan expression.
Ingrid's brows furrowed. She turned towards Christine and said, "Christine, could you please bring me a mirror?" Christine nodded and quickly fetched a small handheld mirror from a nearby table.
