Aurelia Shaw lay on the bed for a while, pondering life, until her stomach grumbled in protest, prompting her to go out in search of food. As soon as she stepped out, the aroma of food wafted in the air.
"Aunt Galen, your cooking skills keep getting better and better. Just from the smell, I can tell it must be delicious," Aurelia leaned lazily against the door frame, playfully acting spoiled. Her face was unwashed, bare, with her long, black, curly hair casually draped around her shoulders. A smile danced on her lips, lazily enchanting, her lip color not quite pink but a vivid red, a pure yet striking beauty.
Galen blushed bashfully at the compliment, "This child, you sure know how to talk. Quick, go inside and wash your face. I knew you'd wake up soon and be hungry, the dishes are almost ready. Wash your face and come eat."
