She felt a lump in her throat, as if she had seen an old friend.
"Huebelle, do you feel like you've become Tata?"
Antanas finally walked into the living room, came to Huebelle's side, and complained.
Over the past two months, Huebelle had lived here alone, without Talia by her side, and she had grown more and more like Talia.
The only difference was that Huebelle carried a natural dignity that made her seem not like someone who had retired, but rather like a wealthy aunt.
"Really, can I become like Tata?"
Huebelle thought about it and asked, not understanding.
The ideal woman in her heart was like Talia—noble, aloof, with the maturity of years, and she always felt that Tata was a perfect woman.
She felt that there was still a big difference between herself and Tata; at least Lanci would not confuse the two of them.
"Let's eat first."
Antanas shook his head.
