In the morning, she and Livia had spent hours reading storybooks. In the afternoon, they had taken a nap together in bed, played a few rounds of "The Great Lord," and visited the gallery downstairs.
Livia had brought some seeds of the purple rose, and after dinner, they had planted them in the garden under the night sky. These plants grew quickly and would bloom by autumn.
Thinking of Livia holding a small Spatula, Amalia couldn't help but smile slightly, her starry eyes glistening with a faint moisture.
At some point, the aroma of grilled meat began to fill the air. Amalia sniffed lightly, her gaze fixed on the skewers on the wire mesh and the hand holding the metal skewer.
Livia's hands were beautiful, her skin fair and delicate, her fingers long and slender, the nails at the tips pink and perfectly rounded, equally flawless.
"Sister, this grilled meat smells so good..."
"It's not fully cooked yet. It'll taste even better in a moment."
