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Barbara repeatedly exhaled. Restless. Squeezing the fingers of one hand while staring at a series of images on the website of the Smift company. This was not good news. It would indeed be a steep drop if it was not resolved quickly. There had to be a confession, because after all, outrage spread immediately after learning Moreau was modeling women for a business competitor. The front cover was marked with Moreau's face taking center stage in an instant, but that was not all. There was one other thing that felt odd to Barbara. Something familiar. She strongly recalled the presence of someone who was also involved there, although she didn't want to think too badly about the sturdy arms wrapped around Moreau's body taking center stage. It was like discovering a delicious dish, though really—Barbara had no intention of being accusatory. For her, it was not a difficult act to unravel the tangled threads of things that had just happened. She still remembered that Abihirt had alleged

After finishing training and receiving a scathing critique from Anitta about the slight changes the woman had found in some parts of her body, Moreau finally had no choice but to try to agree with everything—including Barbara who again sent a message about an important matter. Moreau knew the specifics of what to expect. The shoot was even deliberately added in the middle of her request. Something that should not have been done, although it had already surfaced and made her feel almost half disgusted. After all, no matter how much hostility Barbara showed, hadn't Moreau herself been waiting for moments like this... that wouldn't let go no matter how hard she tried to get rid of the part that was stuck to her shoulder? A consequence, a risky risk, or a complicated matter to be resolved. Now Moreau would not avoid the prospect. Just a little confused when she first set foot into the house, but no angry welcome. Usually it was most common to find Barbar

Moreau expressed a serious right, thinking Barbara would understand her, but she did not. The woman instead left a smile with a chilling impression, one that specifically involved instant coaxing. The stuffed panda would change ownership. It was so obvious .... Moreau shook her head disapprovingly. She wanted to snatch it right away. Almost... yes, in the end Barbara got out of the way first. "It will be mine, while you can tell Juan to buy a new one. One more thing, did you stay at the hotel again last night?" A clichéd transition for Moreau to abandon the desire to fight for something that was hers. There was no response, other than the need to tug on Barbara's upraised arm. "Mom ...." Moreau urged her mother in exasperation. Howe

Can't sleep .... It was unwanted moments like this that eventually led Moreau to ponder skeptically in the kitchen. The various thoughts at the top of her head wanted her to continue to be lured into the quietest of situations. Expecting to be alone, though that could not really be concluded. There was a puff of smoke... very faintly wafting around in the air. Leaving a certain impression, so that Moreau knew; she needed to wait, stirring the melted hot chocolate longer so that the flavor wouldn't burn, like the times when Barbara deprived her of sole possession. Nothing seemed to interest Moreau more than to think about how wide Barbara's interest in something, someone else's, could be categorized under the need to share. She would not deny that she had learned the irony of her mother's attitude. Barbara went so far as to assume that everything could play a part, as if there was nothing substantial, that the woman underestimat

She wouldn't really have the complete confidence to accept a stuffed panda from Abihirt at this time. The possibilities faced later would have a great impact. At least Moreau chose to simply study the soft texture of the fur without touching. She didn't want to take any risks, or give hope to the gap that had been created. "Take it, Moreau. This is yours. It should be with you. Now, go back to your room. It's getting late. You should get some sleep." Moreau was a little surprised that Abihirt would care enough about her bedtime, but she did not call all the shots. Sometimes what she most often wanted to do, was try to go too far. "I'm not sleepy yet." Controlling her inner resolve, Moreau immediately tightened her grip on the stuffed panda—took the object, then made eye contact with Abihirt. Didn't she always have no serious trips to make decisions? Even Moreau was