Tati could not help but grumble.

Her mother was the epitome of propriety. She was always perfectly made up, with high heels on, and was impeccably dressed even at home. She would even only remove her makeup when she went to bed.

Even now, waiting up late for her daughter, Margaret remained fully groomed. Her elegant, dignified image was impregnable no matter the hour.

Tati often wondered if her mother ever grew tired of it. To her, it seemed exhausting.

“With Isabella taking a few days off, I’ve taken over her workload. I’ve been swamped, so that’s why I’m late. Tonight’s actually considered pretty early. I might come home even later for the next few days. So, Mom, if you need anything, just call me. No need to wait up like this.”

Margaret complained, “When I call you, you say you’re busy not even two sentences later. In the morning when you leave, I’m still asleep, so I don’t get to see you then either. The only chance I have of catching you is if I wait up for you at night.

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