บท 247: An Adorable Mother

Camila watched as her daughter's lips drew closer to Kafka's as both of them made their way to her tips that were standing proud like pink tulips, and in a matter of moments, their lips would touch one another's, while she witnessed the entirety of it from above. 

And as much as she wanted to stop it from happening, she was hesitant to do so since she was trying to maintain a mature image in front of both her daughter and Kafka, and if both of them were to learn that she was fretting who gets to kiss who first when she was a mature adult with a family of her own, she would lose all her dignity and would probably be made of fun by Kafka, who found every little opportunity to tease her.