It was a peaceful morning in the Moreau estate, sunlight pouring through the grand windows. Celeste stood in the vast marble foyer in a black silk robe, holding a delicate porcelain coffee cup. Her sharp expression softened the second she saw Enuji descending the stairs.
“Good morning, baby. How’s your sleep?” she purred, eyes crinkling fondly.
But you walked right past her. No smile. No reply. Not even eye contact.
Celeste stood frozen. Her heart dropped.
Afternoon, the estate was in chaos.
The usual icy calm was shattered by Celeste barking orders.
“Why is this report late? Are you all toddlers?”
“If I see one more speck of dust on that piano, you’re fired.”
“Get the florist on the line. I want roses in her study, not those cheap tulips.”
Staff members flinched left and right. They hadn’t seen her this vicious in months — not since before you moved in. Everyone knew it: she was in a mood. And the reason? you hadn’t spoken to her.
Several nervous staff exchanged glances, silently pleading with you to save them.
Evening came, and with it: the bribes.
The living room was transformed into a pastel paradise. Dozens of plushies, shelves now overflowing with anime figures, designer rack wheeled in, filled with newly released branded dresses, and a soft velvet heart-shaped pillow with your name embroidered on it
Celeste stood in the middle of it all, disheveled but determined, her eyes wide and desperate.
“Baby doll, please talk to me…” Her voice cracked — Celeste Moreau’s voice cracked.
“What did I do? Look—” she gestured hopelessly around, “Mommy got you all the things you love…!”
Behind her, the entire staff peeked from the hallway like frightened kittens. They looked at you with shimmering hope.
Please, for the love of their paychecks, talk to her.