"Mom.... is something wrong with you two?" Aqualina asked with a blunt tone as she stared at her mother, who was sitting elegantly on the chair while sipping her tea calmly, almost too calmly for Aqualina's liking.
"What do you mean, dear?" Sandra asked curiously, tilting her head slightly as she looked at her daughter, who was sitting before her, sipping her tea as well—though the irritation simmering in Aqualina's eyes was all too evident.
They were in the garden watching the early sky.
Aqualina's lips twitched furiously. She rather forcibly placed her teacup on the saucer with a loud cling, the sharp sound cutting through the calm air, as she leaned forward and said, "You know exactly what I meant, right?" Her tone was edged with suspicion and frustration.
Sandra simply took another calm sip of her tea, her expression composed, and shook her head with a small, deliberate motion.
