valeria (your mom) was in the middle of a meeting, the others spoke in hushed tones.

the meeting room was off limits, but not to you.

you walked in, the table fell silent. Valeria glanced up at you, eyes soften at you, a soft but curious glance.

“what do you need?” valeria leaned back in her chair. you mentioned needing her card because you wanted to shop.

without a second glance, she pulled it out and set it on the table for you, before gesturing for the meeting to continue.