Lulu couldn't hold herself back any longer. She pointed at Luna and Nyx, her feathered wings flapping with indignation.
"Auntie Nyx! Luna! What the hell are you doing here? Why are you in Luca's room?"
Her eyes swept over their revealing outfits.
"And why are you wearing such dirty clothes? You're practically naked! You're ruining our family name with what you're wearing!"
Luna's face flushed crimson. She had been the one accusing moments ago, and now the tables had turned completely.
Lulu's gaze then shifted to her mother. "Mother, you too?"
Leona looked away in shame.
"Those two are one thing, but you as well?" Lulu's voice climbed higher. "How is this even possible!?"
In Lulu's mind, her mother had always been a distant, imposing figure—someone she hesitated to even be playful around.
But now, seeing her flustered and vulnerable, looking like someone being bullied rather than the one in charge, Lulu was genuinely shocked.
