"Demanding in different ways." And just like that the conversation continues forward. Celine greets her mother in the morning with a bounce in her step and a kiss to her cheek. Therese smiles. "Hello, honey. Did you sleep well?" "No." Celine says, smile still in place. "Well you're certainly happy." "Isn't that a good thing?" "I'm not complaining." Therese assures, smiling at Celine in a way Celine doesn't get. It's a different expression, like her mother knows her secrets and doesn't mind knowing them, almost like she ... she approves, but doesn't want to say it. At bare minimum, it's the smile of a woman plotting something. Celine leans her head to the side. "What is it?" "Nothing, Celine. Focus on your last performance. It has to be just as good as the others. Which means we need to cover the bags under your eyes." "Maman!" She groans as she slumps into the seat. "Coffee." She snaps her fingers and just like that, they're refocused on work. Celine shakes her head at her mother, but can't deny her a smile.
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