Chapter Eighteen - The day someone crossed the line

Tiara woke up with a strange lightness in her chest.

She lay still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling.

She couldn't explain it.

Nothing had changed overnight. Her room was still small. Her money was still limited. Her pregnancy was still very much a part of her everyday reality.

Yet something about that morning felt different.

Good.

Not dramatically good.

Just... lighter.

She pushed herself upright and stretched, her palms pressing briefly against her lower back before she looked around the room.

The pale morning light had slipped through the curtains, falling across the floor in soft strips. Her baby's clothes were folded neatly in one corner, beside the few things she owned. The room was still bare, but it no longer felt completely empty.

Tiara smiled.

"Today is going to be a great day."

She placed one hand over her stomach.

"And you," she murmured, looking down at her bump, "please behave yourself today."

A small kick answered her.

Tiara's eyes widened.

"Ah!"

She laughed.

"So you agree?"

Another tiny movement followed.

She shook her head.

"Okay. I hear you."

She got out of bed and began preparing for work.

Then, while tying her scarf, a thought slipped into her mind.

Daniel might come today.

Her hands paused.

She stared at herself in the small mirror.

Why was she thinking about him?

She immediately frowned.

"Why am I thinking about this boy?"

She picked up her bag.

"He hasn't even called me."

She walked toward the door, then stopped.

"Let him call me."

A second passed.

"Or come."

She frowned again.

"Actually, God, if he wants to come, he can come."

She covered her mouth when a laugh escaped.

"Look at me."

With a shake of her head, she stepped out.

By the time she reached Kira's Mart, that strange happiness was still following her around.

Aria noticed before Tiara had even properly settled in.

She was arranging something near the counter when she looked up.

Her eyes stayed on Tiara.

Then narrowed.

Tiara stopped.

"What?"

Aria said nothing.

She simply continued staring.

Tiara looked behind herself.

There was nobody there.

She turned back.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Aria slowly put down what she was holding.

"Okay."

Tiara frowned.

"Okay what?"

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yes."

Aria pointed at her face.

"Then why is your face doing that?"

Tiara touched her cheek.

"Doing what?"

"That."

"What is 'that'?"

"That smile."

Tiara's lips twitched.

"I don't have a smile."

Aria gave her a look.

"You've been smiling since you entered this place."

"I'm just happy."

"Happy?"

"Yes."

"From where?"

"From nowhere."

Aria folded her arms.

"Hmm."

Tiara walked past her.

Aria followed.

"And you're walking differently."

Tiara stopped so abruptly that Aria nearly walked into her.

"How am I walking differently?"

"You don't know?"

"No."

Aria studied her for another second.

"You're walking like somebody who has received good news and is trying very hard to pretend she hasn't."

Tiara burst out laughing.

"Aria, please."

"Don't 'Aria, please' me."

Aria leaned closer.

"Ever since that man came back, you've been looking like somebody sprinkled happiness on your head."

Tiara's smile disappeared.

"Which man?"

Aria's mouth fell open.

"Which man?"

"Yes."

"The man that disappeared for three weeks and came back looking like he owns the road?"

Tiara rolled her eyes.

"Daniel?"

"Ah!"

Aria clapped once.

"See! You even said his name immediately."

"Because you mentioned him!"

"Hmm."

"Stop it."

"I'm only observing."

"You're not observing anything."

Aria looked her over.

"Girl, you're glowing."

Tiara laughed.

"Take a chill pill."

"I'm not the one who needs it."

"Aria."

"Yes?"

"Go and attend to your customer."

Aria glanced toward the counter.

"Oh."

"Yes. Go."

She took two steps before turning around.

"And stop smiling before somebody thinks you've won a lottery."

Tiara picked up a small cleaning cloth and tossed it at her.

Aria caught it and laughed before hurrying away.

Tiara shook her head.

"Crazy girl."

She picked up the mop and bucket and got back to work.

For the next hour, everything was ordinary.

The soft hum of the refrigerators filled the supermarket. The air-conditioning fought unsuccessfully against the heat that came in every time the doors opened. Customers moved between the aisles, picking things from shelves and joining the queue at the counter.

Tiara swept one aisle.

Mopped another.

Wiped the lower shelves.

Then she moved toward the front of the supermarket with the mop balanced loosely in one hand.

She was turning around a display when her foot shifted unexpectedly.

The mop brushed against a customer's shoe.

The woman stopped.

Tiara stopped too.

For one second, neither of them moved.

Then the woman looked down at her shoe.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

Her face tightened.

"Excuse me?"

Tiara immediately stepped back.

"I'm sorry, ma."

The woman looked at the shoe again.

Then at Tiara.

"You stepped on me."

"I know, ma. I'm really sorry. It was an accident."

"An accident?"

The woman's voice rose.

Tiara's fingers tightened around the mop handle.

"Yes, ma."

"An accident?"

She repeated it louder this time, as though Tiara had just confessed to something serious.

Several heads turned.

The woman pointed dramatically at her shoe.

"Do you know how much this shoe cost?"

Tiara pressed her lips together.

"No, ma."

"Of course you don't!"

The woman's hand flew to her chest.

"Because if you knew, you wouldn't be standing there looking like this!"

Tiara inhaled slowly.

She could feel the answer forming in her mouth.

She swallowed it.

"I'm sorry, ma."

"Sorry?"

The woman threw both hands into the air.

"Sorry is what you people know how to say!"

Tiara's jaw tightened.

She looked down at the wet floor.

"I said I'm sorry."

"You said it, but do you mean it?"

Tiara looked up.

For half a second, irritation flashed across her face.

She quickly forced it down.

"Yes, ma."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm not looking at you anyhow."

The words almost came out.

Almost.

Tiara caught them behind her teeth.

She lowered her eyes again.

"Sorry, ma."

The woman scoffed.

"You see?"

She turned slightly, making sure the people nearby could hear her.

"This is the kind of service people are giving these days. You come to spend your money, and somebody will step on you and still be standing there looking somehow."

Aria glanced over from the counter.

She immediately recognized the situation and started moving toward them.

"Ma, please—"

"Don't tell me please!"

The woman spun toward her.

"I am the customer here!"

Aria stopped.

"I understand, ma. I'm only saying it was an accident."

"I wasn't talking to you!"

The woman's voice was now loud enough to silence the small conversations around them.

Tiara's grip tightened around the mop.

Her shoulders had gone stiff.

She could feel the heat climbing up her neck.

She wanted to speak.

She wanted to tell the woman that she had apologized three times.

That it was a shoe.

That the woman was behaving as though Tiara had deliberately dragged the mop across her entire wardrobe.

But she remembered where she was.

She remembered who she was.

And, more importantly, she remembered that one wrong answer could turn a small mistake into a bigger problem.

So she swallowed every word.

The woman, however, wasn't finished.

She looked at Tiara again.

Then her eyes dropped to Tiara's stomach.

Her expression changed.

"Oh."

The word came out with a strange little laugh.

"So you're even pregnant."

Tiara's face hardened.

The woman shook her head.

"Young girl like this."

Tiara's fingers curled around the mop handle.

She kept her eyes down.

"Ma, please don't—"

"Don't what?"

The woman stepped closer.

"You are pregnant and you're working here, yet you can't even do a simple cleaning job properly?"

Tiara's head lifted.

Her eyes flashed.

That one landed differently.

She opened her mouth.

Nothing came out.

She closed it again.

Aria moved closer.

"Ma, she has apologized already."

The woman ignored her.

"Honestly, what is happening to young people these days?"

Tiara stared at the woman.

Her breathing had changed.

Shorter.

Quicker.

She could feel the words pressing against the back of her throat.

Say it.

Just say it.

Tell her to mind her business.

But she didn't.

She wouldn't.

Not here.

Not in front of everybody.

The woman pointed toward her.

"Look at her face. She doesn't even look sorry."

Tiara's lips parted.

"I—"

She stopped herself.

Then she nodded.

"I'm sorry, ma."

The woman scoffed.

"Exactly."

Tiara looked away.

The shame was beginning to burn more than the anger.

People were watching.

A man near the drinks section had stopped pretending not to listen.

Two women standing by the toiletries aisle were whispering to each other.

Even the cashier at the counter had gone quiet.

Tiara could feel every stare.

She hated it.

She hated the way people looked at her stomach first and her face second.

She hated the way strangers felt entitled to turn her life into a public discussion simply because she was pregnant.

And she hated that she had to stand there quietly because she needed the job.

The woman lifted her voice again.

"And what kind of supermarket allows somebody like this to be attending to customers?"

That did it.

Tiara's head snapped up.

"Ma, I'm not attending to customers. I'm cleaning."

Aria's eyes widened slightly.

The woman stared at her.

"What did you say?"

Tiara's nostrils flared.

She knew she should stop.

She knew.

But the woman was pushing.

"I said I'm cleaning. I wasn't attending to you."

"Are you talking back to me?"

"No, ma."

"You are!"

Tiara opened her mouth again.

Aria quickly touched her arm.

"Tiara."

Tiara looked at her.

The warning in Aria's eyes was enough.

She exhaled through her nose.

"I'm sorry."

The woman threw her hands up again.

"This is unbelievable!"

A male voice came from behind them.

"What happened?"

Tiara froze.

She knew that voice.

She didn't even need to turn around.

Daniel was standing several feet away.

His expression changed the moment he took in the scene.

His eyes went to Tiara first.

Her rigid posture.

The mop clutched in her hand.

The tension in her jaw.

Then the woman.

Then the customers watching.

Something in his face hardened.

The woman immediately turned toward him.

"Young man, I'm glad somebody has finally come."

Daniel took a few steps closer.

"What happened?"

"This girl stepped on my shoe while cleaning."

Daniel glanced at the shoe.

Then at Tiara.

"Did you?"

Tiara nodded.

"Yes. It was an accident."

Daniel looked back at the woman.

"And she apologized?"

"That is not the point!"

The woman threw her hand toward Tiara.

"Look at the way she is behaving!"

Daniel's jaw tightened.

"What way?"

The woman blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"What exactly did she do?"

The woman stared at him.

"She stepped on me."

"She apologized."

"But—"

"She apologized."

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

The kind of calm that made the anger underneath it more obvious.

The woman folded her arms.

"That doesn't mean she should be allowed to behave anyhow."

Daniel's gaze shifted to Tiara.

She was looking down now.

Her shoulders were tense.

He noticed the way she was gripping the mop so tightly that her knuckles had begun to pale.

His eyes returned to the woman.

"What exactly did she do after apologizing?"

"She was looking at me somehow."

Daniel let out a short breath through his nose.

"Somehow?"

"Yes."

"And that's what we're doing this much over?"

The woman's face tightened.

"I'm the customer."

"And she's a worker."

"Exactly!"

"So if you have a complaint about her work, complain about the work."

The woman pointed at Tiara.

"I am complaining!"

"No."

Daniel's voice sharpened.

"You're insulting her."

The supermarket became quieter.

Even Aria stopped moving.

The woman stared at him.

"I'm only telling the truth."

"Then tell the truth about what happened."

Daniel's eyes narrowed.

"She was cleaning. She accidentally stepped on your shoe. She apologized. That's it."

The woman scoffed.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know exactly what I'm talking about."

His patience was thinning.

She pointed at Tiara's stomach again.

"And look at her. She's pregnant at her age—"

"Don't."

The single word came out hard.

The woman stopped.

Daniel took one step forward.

His face had lost every trace of amusement.

"You can complain about the accident."

His voice was low now.

"But don't talk about her pregnancy."

The woman opened her mouth.

Daniel didn't give her the chance.

"You don't know her."

His jaw flexed.

"You don't know what she's been through. You don't know why she's here. You don't know anything about her."

He gestured toward the shoe.

"You came here to shop. She made a mistake. She apologized. Take the apology and move on."

The woman looked around, clearly expecting somebody to support her.

Nobody did.

Her face twisted.

"People these days..."

She muttered something under her breath.

Daniel heard it.

His expression darkened again.

"What did you say?"

The woman waved him off.

"Nothing."

"Good."

He looked at her steadily.

"Because this is enough."

The woman grabbed her bag.

She walked away with an offended huff, still muttering to herself.

Daniel watched her leave.

His chest was rising and falling more heavily now.

He was angry.

Not mildly irritated.

Angry.

But when he turned back toward Tiara, the anger in his face changed.

"Tiara."

She didn't answer.

Her eyes were fixed on the floor.

Then she turned.

She walked away.

"Tiara?"

She kept going.

Her steps became faster.

She pushed through the door leading toward the storage area and disappeared.

Daniel stood there.

For a second, he didn't move.

Something twisted painfully in his chest.

He had expected her to say something.

Maybe complain.

Maybe insult the woman under her breath.

Maybe even make one of her stubborn little comments.

Instead, she had walked away.

And the sight of her leaving like that hurt him more than he expected.

He looked toward the storage area.

Then at Aria.

"Has she done that before?"

Aria's expression softened.

"She doesn't like people seeing her cry."

Daniel's jaw clenched.

"She's crying?"

Aria nodded.

That was enough.

Daniel turned and followed.

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Tiara made it into the storage area before the first tear fell.

She pushed the door partly closed behind her and leaned against the wall.

Her chest rose sharply.

She pressed one hand over her mouth.

"No."

Her voice trembled.

"No, no, no."

She blinked hard.

She had promised herself she wouldn't cry.

She had survived worse.

She could survive one woman with a bad attitude and an expensive shoe.

But the tears came anyway.

One slipped down her cheek.

She wiped it away quickly.

Another followed.

She wiped that one too.

"Stupid."

She sniffed.

"I won't cry."

She rubbed her face with both hands.

For a moment, she simply stood there, breathing.

Then she heard footsteps.

She knew who it was before he spoke.

"Tiara."

She turned her face toward the wall.

"I'm fine."

Daniel stopped at the entrance.

He looked at her back.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly.

"You're not fine."

"I said I'm fine."

"Okay."

His voice was softer now.

"I'll pretend I believe you."

Tiara wiped her face.

"Good."

Daniel remained where he was.

He didn't move closer.

He didn't crowd her.

He simply watched her for a few seconds.

"Look at me."

She didn't.

"Tiara."

She slowly turned.

Her eyes were wet.

Daniel's expression tightened.

Seeing her like that made something inside him ache.

He hated it.

He hated that he had walked into the supermarket expecting to see her smiling and instead found her standing there trying not to fall apart because a stranger had decided to make her feel small.

His voice lowered.

"She shouldn't have spoken to you like that."

Tiara looked away.

"I stepped on her."

"By accident."

"I still stepped on her."

"And you apologized."

Tiara swallowed.

"She was right about one thing."

Daniel frowned.

"What?"

"I should have been more careful."

"Fine."

His tone was controlled.

"You should have been more careful."

Tiara looked up.

Daniel continued before she could misunderstand.

"But that doesn't give her the right to insult you."

Tiara's eyes dropped again.

"I wanted to answer her."

A tiny laugh escaped through her tears.

"I really wanted to."

Daniel's mouth twitched.

"I could tell."

Tiara looked at him.

"You saw me?"

"I saw everything."

She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand.

"I was trying so hard not to talk."

"I know."

"If I had answered her, I would have regretted it."

Daniel nodded.

"You probably would have."

Tiara gave him a look.

"You're supposed to support me."

"I am supporting you."

"That doesn't sound supportive."

"It is."

He folded his arms.

"I'm supporting the version of you that still has a job."

Despite herself, Tiara laughed.

Daniel's shoulders relaxed slightly.

"There."

He pointed at her.

"That's better."

She wiped another tear.

"You are still annoying."

"I know."

She sniffed.

"Very annoying."

"Also true."

A small silence settled between them.

Then Daniel's expression became serious again.

"But don't let people make you feel like you are less because of your situation."

Tiara's smile faded.

She looked at him.

He held her gaze.

"You are working. You're trying. You're taking care of yourself. You're preparing for your baby. You don't deserve to be spoken to like you're nothing."

Tiara's throat tightened.

For a moment, she couldn't answer.

Daniel saw it.

He didn't push.

He simply nodded toward the small sink at the side of the storage area.

"Go wash your face."

Tiara frowned.

"Why?"

"Because you're crying."

"I'm not."

He stared at her.

She stared back.

"Fine."

She turned toward the sink.

Daniel waited.

She splashed water on her face and wiped it with a clean cloth.

When she turned around, he was still there.

She frowned.

"Why are you still standing there?"

"I was making sure you didn't disappear again."

Tiara scoffed.

"Where would I disappear to?"

"I don't know."

His mouth pulled into a small smile.

"You've been known to leave when you're upset."

Tiara stared at him for a moment.

Then she shook her head.

"You talk too much."

"So I've been told."

He stepped back toward the door.

"Come out when you're ready."

Tiara nodded.

Daniel turned.

Then stopped.

He looked back at her.

"And Tiara?"

"Hmm?"

His face softened.

"You didn't deserve that."

Her fingers tightened around the cloth.

This time, she didn't look away.

"Thank you."

Daniel gave her a small nod.

Then he left.

Tiara remained by the sink for a few seconds.

She looked at her reflection.

Her eyes were still slightly red.

Her face still carried traces of what had happened.

But the tightness in her chest had eased.

Outside, she could hear the supermarket returning to its usual rhythm—the trolley wheels, the refrigerator hum, Aria's voice somewhere near the counter.

And underneath all of it, she could still hear Daniel's words.

You didn't deserve that.

For the first time since the woman had started shouting, Tiara believed it.