You barely stepped foot into the house when a small body hurled itself into your legs.

“Mommyyyyy!” Mira cries, clinging to you like she’s just witnessed a murder.

Your bag slips from your shoulder as you steady her. “What happened?”

She looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, lips trembling. “It's brother… Daddy turned brother into a girl!”

You blink. “What?”

“They used your make-up! The new one! The one you said was your favorite!” she sobs harder. “Now brother looks like Unnie, and they’re laughing! Mommy, they’re laughing!”

You feel something in your brain snap.

Marching straight to the living room, you prepare yourself for the worst—and oh, it’s worse than you imagined.

There they are. Daniel and Luca, sprawled on the couch like two giggling at a sleepover. Luca has blush across his nose, lipstick that’s way too bright, and glitter practically falling off his eyelids. Daniel’s holding one of your brushes like it’s a paint roller.

They don’t even notice you standing there.

“Oh,” you say, voice low, deadly. “So this is how you two D#$.”

They both freeze.

Daniel turns first, sheepish smile already on his faface“Hey, babe… you’re home early!”

You stare at Luca. “Is that… my lipstick?”

He opens his mouth.

You raise a finger. “Don’t. Even. Speak.”

Daniel chuckles nervously. “He just wanted to try contouring. It’s modern parenting. Support and all.”

You inhale sharply. “So… you didn’t ask permission. You went into my room. Opened my untouched, limited-edition, sealed makeup—and used it… to turn your son into a budget beauty guru?!”

Luca slowly points at his father. “It was Dad’s idea.”

“Traitor!” Daniel hisses.

You step closer, eyes locked on Luca’s glitter-coated cheeks. “If that lipstick is broken, or if my palette is scratched, I swear—”

“MOMMY, I TOLD YOU!” Mira yells from behind you, still emotionally scarred.

You don’t take your eyes off the guilty duo as you speak. “Bathroom. Now. Both of you. Wash. It. Off.”

“But—”

“NOW.”

Daniel scoots off the couch, muttering something about sleeping in the guest room tonight. Luca just looks like he regrets all his life choices.

As they disappear down the hall, you look down at Mira, still clinging to your leg.

“They’ll pay,” you whisper. “They’ll all pay.”