Amara chuckled softly, the sound carrying the warmth of sunlight breaking through dawn. She raised her hand and patted Vega's head with tender familiarity, her golden eyes softening with amusement.
"Calm down with the questions," she said gently. "As for why I came back… do you really think I would miss the very first boyfriend my daughter brings home? That would be a disgraceful failure on my part as a mother."
"You knew?" Vega asked, her purple eyes widening in disbelief as she looked at her mother.
"Of course I knew," Amara replied without hesitation. Her lips curved into a calm smile, her eyes softening with affection. "I am your mother, after all. You can hide many things from the world, but not from me."
Her gaze, radiant yet sharp, turned from her daughter to the boy who had followed her home.
"Stop staring at him like that, or you'll chase him away," Amara said lightly, her voice ringing out like a bell that shattered the tense air between Klaus and Anthony.
