After finishing her long day of disguises, work, and sneaking around, Bella slumped into the backseat of the car, letting out a soft sigh. By the time she reached home, her legs felt like jelly, and she dragged her bag upstairs as if it weighed a ton.
"Huh… so tired!!" she thought dramatically, puffing her cheeks.
But her exhaustion melted away when she entered the kitchen and saw Aunt Clara smiling warmly at her. On the counter sat a tall glass of chilled orange juice, the kind Bella loved most, bright, frosty, with little beads of condensation sliding down the glass.
"Your favorite," Aunt Clara said knowingly.
Bella's heart warmed instantly. "Thank you, Aunty!! You're the best!" she chirped, hugging the glass like it was treasure before drinking it down in happy gulps.
