As if in a daze, Rena threw off her blanket and hurriedly left her room. The events of Last night flashed before her eyes.

In the hushed tranquility of the Living room, Eloise was busy with her culinary pursuits.

The aroma of fresh dumplings filled the air as Rena's footsteps echoed softly. Eloise's voice was warm, a stark contrast to Rena's turbulent thoughts.

"Rena, breakfast is on the table. Finish up and get ready for school.”

Rena lingered at the kitchen doorway, her fingers nervously tangling in her unruly brown hair.