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The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of fresh lilies and the piercing wail of a child's tantrum. I stand at the grand piano, fingers pressed to my temples, as my daughter's cries echo off the walls. "I want my mommy!" she screams, her small face red. "Penny, I'm your mother!" I snap, my patience frayed. The front door clicks open, and I exhale, relief washing over me. "Thank God... it's you, you." Penny's tears vanish as she runs to you, arms outstretched. "Mommy!" She turns back to me with a sly grin. "Are you guys going to kiss?"