Back at the castle, in the kitchen, Gabrielle stood by the stove cooking soup from scratch.
Heat from the stove arose, warming her face, making her sweat. She placed the back of her hand on her forehead, wiping off the glistening sweat that rested there.
She cleaned her hands off, continuing to cook, deep in thoughts about Ansel.
'Ansel, you're so kind to me. You're always thinking about me, watching out for me… You make my heart skip a beat, my thoughts are always focused on you… Ansel… You're my perfect match… I love you so much…'
Cling, Bong, Clong, Cling
The sounds of pots and utensils being used for cooking bounced around in the air.
The aroma of beet soup filled the kitchen with its delightfully, savory, fragrance.
Josephine entered the kitchen taking in the smells as she deeply inhaled.
"I knew from the scent it was you cooking," She chirped, walking over to her, "Everytime you cook it fills the castle with wonderful aromas."
