The next morning.
Javier stirred slowly, hearing the soft rustling of fabric and the gentle sounds of movement around him. He blinked his eyes open and saw Liana, wearing only a towel, carefully laying out her official maid dress on the bed.
Gloria stepped out from the bathroom, also wrapped in a towel, her hair slightly damp. Felicia was seated at the vanity, adjusting her hairstyle with practiced elegance. Delya was already sitting cross-legged on a cushion, holding a warm mug of hot chocolate with both hands, her expression dreamy. Mimi had just woken up, sitting up with a sleepy, adorable pout, her tail flicking lazily behind her.
He glanced around and saw Liana in her towel.
"Hmm? Liana?"
