Isadora Pinkheart's POV
After the tiring work of dealing with the academy's new equipment and the endless cost situation, I quietly lay down on the sofa, cracking my neck as a dull ache rippled down my spine.
"Arhh… my shoulder always feels stiff."
I groaned, massaging my shoulder that felt as stiff as a rod. My fingers dug in, but the tension refused to leave. With a sigh, I tugged at my collar and loosened the top button of my top.
"Ah!"
A soft gasp escaped me, sharper than I intended, as if I had just been released from a curse. The sudden relief made me shudder.
My eyes drifted downward, and I caught sight of the swell of my chest pushing against the loosened fabric.
"Sigh… it's bigger than anyone in the family," I thought bitterly, my lips twisting with a helpless expression.
I let my head drop back against the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling above.
"She knew… ah."
The words slipped out under my breath, hollow, my tone echoing with loss.
