Bella looked at the neatly arranged plates on the table.
Then at Miss J, who was quietly wiping a tiny spot of cream from the edge of the plate without even realizing she was doing it.
For some reason...
The ordinary little actions made Bella's chest feel strangely warm.
She simply sat there, watching Miss J in a daze.
The way she naturally served her first.
The way she asked if the cake was too sweet.
The way she quietly reached for a tissue before Bella even needed one.
None of it felt forced.
It felt... natural.
Almost as if she had imagined doing these little things for Bella for many years.
Miss J noticed Bella staring at her and smiled curiously.
"What is it?"
Bella blinked before lowering her eyes. "...Nothing."
She quietly took another bite of cake.
But deep inside... her heart was becoming softer with every passing moment.
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