Boy Toy
"Why yes, Bella~You can ask anything you want~"
Camila said as she looked down at her daughter with tender eyes and brushed Bella's hair aside that was covering her eyes, which made Bella feel warm and fuzzy from feeling her mother's touch after a very long time.
"T-Then let me ask you..." Bella cleared her throat and pushed away her mother's hand so that she wouldn't be distracted. "...Since you seem to care about Kafka so much, value his opinions even more than yours, and say things about him that are awfully suspicious, what exactly is your relationship with him, as the things you say and the way you look at him are simply not how one would see the son of their neighbour and something so much more?"