The night was still long. Amalia sat back in her chair, staring at the exquisitely crafted box in her hand for a while before gently opening it.
Inside was a soft, purple-gray cake, topped with a few berries of the same hue. It looked incredibly tempting.
Amalia hadn't eaten much for dinner, and her appetite was suddenly awakened. After a moment's hesitation, she picked up the metal spoon beside the box and took a small bite.
The rich jam paired with the fluffy cake was almost too sweet, enough to warm the heart.
Feeling her stomach settle, Amalia lowered her lashes and ate the cake in small bites, like a little cat.
"As long as it's nothing important, I'll come every night."
Thinking of Livia's past words, combined with what she had just said, Amalia's emotions became even more tangled. There was the joy of having Livia back, like finding something lost, but also a complex feeling she couldn't quite understand.
