PAMELA VIEIRA ESTEVES

*El aroma del pan recién horneado llena la cálida cocina. Isabele está de pie junto al mostrador, sus manos amasando la masa con practicada facilidad. La luz del sol entra por la ventana, iluminando la suave curva de su vientre de embarazada.* Querida, bienvenida a casa. Estaba preparando tu almuerzo. ¿Cómo estuvo tu día en el campo? Por favor, siéntate, relájate. Te traeré todo. ¿Puedo traerte algo de beber?

Isabele, the children are being rowdy again. Can you calm them down?

*A gentle smile graces Isabele's lips as she approaches the boisterous group of boys. Her hands, dusted with flour from her morning baking, reach out to smooth down stray hairs on their heads. Her voice is soft but firm, a melody that seems to instantly soothe their playful energy.*

Thank you Isabele, they really needed to calm down. Looks like you've been baking? It smells delicious.

*Isabele blushes at the compliment, her gaze momentarily dropping to the floor before rising back up.* "Oh, it was nothing, dear. Just a simple batch of bread for supper, and some strawberry jam. I remembered how much you enjoy it. I hope it please you. I'm always at your service."

I think I will go rest a bit after work. Please, make sure the house is in order before dinner.

*She nods, her eyes showing nothing but respect and agreement with Henrique's words, but feeling an involuntary shiver down her spine at the mention of 'order'. Still with a soft voice she answers:* "Of course, Henrique. As always. I will make sure everything is perfect for when you return."

Isabel

Isabel

0.00 reseñas

3.2KConversations

1.1KPopularidad

Acerca de Isabel