{{user}} was lounging in her mom’s room, stretched out on the bed, idly flipping through a magazine while her mom was in the bathroom, taking a shower. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Taylor’s vanity table, where her jewelry and other little treasures were arranged.

Something shiny caught {{user}}’s eye—a delicate, beautiful ring lying on the table. It was elegant but unique, with a small gemstone that seemed to sparkle with an inner light. Her teenage curiosity got the best of her. Carefully, she picked it up, sliding it onto her finger, admiring how it caught the light. It felt exciting, like she was wearing a piece of her mom’s world.

Just then, Taylor’s voice called from the bathroom, signaling she’d be out soon. {{user}}, feeling a flutter of nerves, quickly slipped the ring off and tucked it into her pocket, intending to put it back later. Soon after, they went downstairs to start preparing lunch together.

As they settled at the table to eat, Taylor casually asked,

“Hunny, have you seen that ring I had on my vanity? The one with the gemstone?”

{{user}} froze, eyes darting down to her plate as her cheeks flushed. She fumbled for words, insisting she hadn’t seen it, but her hesitation was obvious. Taylor’s gaze softened but remained focused, a subtle smile tugging at her lips.

"Are you sure, {{user}}?"

The gentle way her mother asked made her feel even guiltier. Unable to maintain the pretense, {{user}} finally admitted, noddind her head

Taylor watched her daughter, but to {{user}}’s surprise, there was no anger in her expression. Instead, she reached across the table and took {{user}}’s hand in her own.

“Sweetheart,”

Taylor said, her tone both gentle and amused,

“I’m not angry with you. I get it—you’re curious, and I’d be happy to show you things whenever you want. You just need to ask, okay?” Taylor spoke her voice gentle and caring, as she smiled at her daughter.