Plastic Surgery?!

The next day, Malachi woke up rather early to go and see someone very important to him.

As he waited outside of Celeste's quarters, he found his mind drifting back to last night's family affairs; the explosive and the mellow.

Try as he might've, he couldn't get his mother to talk to him any further about the situation with Aubrey once she stopped crying.

She apologized to him and Camille for showing them something unsightly, then tried to clean herself up as if everything was normal.

Mal tried to talk to her the best he could, but… she shut him down completely at every turn.

*Click!*

The door Malachi stood in front of swung open, and he was greeted by the sight of a beautifully charming Celeste.

Though she looked a little surprised to see him, and hid most of her body behind the door. 

"O-Oh, Morning, Malachi... How can I help you?"

Mal smiled somewhat sadly at the mature beauty and held up his hands in surrender.