Coco stared at the sleeping figure of Lala— now a full-grown woman, with wide, disbelieving eyes, her face drained of color as she took in the sight.
Why wasn't Lala small anymore? And why, for all things that was holy, was she curled up in Richard's bed like it belonged to her? Like she belonged there?
Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.
She looked over at Zaque with an expression that screamed, WHAT IS GOING ON? but Zaque just crossed his arms and shook his head, unable to give her a definite answer.
Richard let out a long, exasperated sigh before reaching over and grabbing Coco by the wrist, hauling her away from Lala's sleeping form with zero ceremony.
"Come on." He muttered under his breath as he dragged her toward the stairs. "We're not waking her up."
