A faint mint aroma, mingled with a few hints of rich alcohol.
"Have you been drinking?" Charlotte asked softly.
"Just one glass, did you catch it? Then taste carefully what kind of wine it is..." Atlas gazed drunkenly at Charlotte's rosy little face, her lips blossoming before his eyes, like the most tender flower bud.
Charlotte gently pushed Atlas away. If they kept on like this, the lavish meal prepared for tonight would go uneaten, and they might end up tangled on the sofa all night.
"I've prepared a roast chicken, come and taste it. It's my first time roasting." Charlotte climbed up from Atlas's embrace, walking with a slight sway, yet she looked utterly enchanting.
After the roasted chicken was ready in the oven, it was kept warm, she put on gloves and took it out, then placed it on a large ceramic platter.
It actually looked pretty good, a golden yellow sheen and the aroma was quite alluring.
Atlas sat down in the dining room, surprisingly looking forward to this meal.
