While watching Sadie's departure, Melon contemplated crawling out from under the table. However, his intention was abruptly halted as a man in suit pants drew near. Recognizing the two of them as being together,

Melon promptly retracted back under the table.

Once the opening dance concluded, Holden returned to his seat directly.

Just as he settled in and was preparing to address some business matters, he sensed a subtle nudge against his foot.

Bending down to investigate, Holden caught sight of a small section of a skirt disappearing beneath the table. It seemed someone was gradually pulling the fabric under the table's cover.

An intrigued brow raised, Holden leaned down to lift the tablecloth.

“Ah!" Melon's startled exclamation echoed, his hands still gripping his skirt tightly. Nervously, he looked up at Holden.

Upon closer inspection, Holden discovered a “girl” with golden curls concealed under the table.

"Her" large eyes held traces of fear as

“she" met his gaze. Clinging tightly to “her” dress, “her” fair hands and rosy cheeks resembled a blushing apple

Despite "her" tender age, "her" features were delicate, with eyes that were clear and lively. Despite “her" trepidation, “she" remained poised, observing him with intent focus.

Seeing this child, Holden found himself thinking of his own daughter's endearing countenance, which softened his demeanor.

He was about to inquire further when Melon, sensing his movement, swiftly apologized, “I didn't mean to do that earlier, Mister. Please don't punish me."

Holden was taken aback, his confusion evident as he asked, "Why would I do that?"

In that instant, Melon realized that the man in front of him meant no harm. A sense of connection washed over him, emboldening him to crawl out from beneath the table, no longer fearing the situation.

Patting his skirt, Melon expressed a hint of frustration, "A lady bumped into me a while ago. She spilled her drink on her skirt and kept bothering me despite my apology. She even insulted my mom. I got so mad that I pushed her and she tried to hit me, so I hid under the table."

He went on, “I saw that lady and you sitting together, so I thought you were together." He blinked and asked, "Is she your wife?"

Upon hearing this, Holden's brow furrowed slightly. Shaking his head he replied, "No."

Relieved by the confirmation, Melon burst into a joyful dance and exclaimed, "That woman is so mean, nothing like my mom. My mom's beautiful, she talks so softly, makes the yummiest food, and she loves me a lot. She's the greatest mom in the whole world!"

Tickled by the child's fervent praise, Holden nodded in agreement, though he held a more nuanced view.