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Y/n twisted the key into the front door and stepped inside, surprised by the quiet. "Hello?" she called softly, just in case. No reply. A grin tugged at her lips.
She knew no one would be home. She got home early, and she wanted to skip extra class. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag near the staircase. She made her way upstairs, her steps light, excited.
Her mom's wardrobe always felt like a dream.
Since her childhood, Y/n has admired each piece wore by her. Her mom's elegance inspires her. Y/n always wanted to be just like her, confident, glowing, perfect. A head designer at a luxury fashion company. Married to a kind, quiet engineer. They had the picture-perfect family. She was their only child, and she loved them both.
And they loved her.
Today, the temptation was too strong.
She opened the closet door and let out a tiny gasp. There it was, so many designer bags. Her mom said that Y/n will get her first designer bag when she turns 16.
Y/n was not allowed to touch her bags. But she took a Brikin and slid the strap over her shoulder and walked to the mirror. She took a pearl necklace out of velvet box. She wore a pair of earrings too.She fastened them on, laughing softly at her reflection. But then.
She heard the noise of the car.
Y/n froze.
Her fingers shook as she pulled the bag off. No time to put everything back. She dashed toward the balcony, sliding the glass door open as quietly as she could. She stepped outside and closed it behind her, crouching low behind a plant stand.
Through the glass, she watched the bedroom door swing open.
Her mother entered, heels clicking softly on the floor. But she wasn't alone.
Y/n blinked.
A man walked in behind her, tall, early twenties, good-looking in a polished sort of way. Maybe someone from her design team?
But then, Her mother wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Not a greeting. Not friendly.
A real kiss.
Intimate. Familiar. It doesn't look like they are doing this for the first time.
Y/n slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide, chest tightening like it was caving in.
No.
Her mom laughed softly as the man brushed her hair behind her ear. Y/n couldn't breathe. She backed away slowly, hands trembling, heart racing. She opened the glass door again, just enough to slide inside without making a sound. Her heels nearly caught in the curtain, but she caught herself.
She didn't look back. The balcony was connected to her room too. She ran to her room, locked the door, and collapsed against it. Her breath came in short, uneven bursts, her eyes burning. Her hands were shaking so badly, she couldn't unclasp the necklace she had forgotten to take off.
