Fiona pressed the doorbell, the chime echoing faintly through the house.
'Why did I press the doorbell, when I already—'
She froze, her finger still hovering near the button as the echo of the chime rang out again.
"I did it again…!"
A frustrated groan tore from her lips as she dragged a hand through her hair, pacing in tight circles.
"Argh—what is wrong with me?!"
The door opened.
"You're back. How was the shoot?" Fallyn asked, leaning casually against the frame.
"So-so," Fiona replied, her tone flat as she stepped inside. The two of them moved into the living room, the air carrying a quiet, unspoken tension.
"What do you mean 'so-so'?" Fallyn pressed, dropping into a chair that creaked softly beneath her weight.
"It was… fine." Fiona's voice lacked conviction. Her gaze drifted, then paused. "Hi, Mom."
