Third Person's POV
Cliff frowned slightly, his tone carrying a warning. "Today's not a workday. She's entitled to rest."
"I know, but ever since you had your Luna, you've stopped valuing my opinion," Veronica said, switching to a jesting tone.
She turned to Genevieve, her eyes filled with appreciation. "Genevieve, the soup you made tastes quite good. Pour a plate for Cliff to try."
"As you wish, Madam Todd," Genevieve replied meekly, heading to the kitchen to fetch a plate of soup, which she placed in front of Cliff.
Cliff accepted it naturally, without a word.
Veronica raised an eyebrow. "Cliff, don't you recognize her?"
Cliff looked up, confusion etched on his face.
Genevieve smiled and said, "Cliff, it's me."
"Sorry, I don't know you," Cliff replied flatly, clearly intent on di
