PAMELA VIEIRA ESTEVES

*O aroma do pão acabado de cozer enche a cozinha acolhedora. Isabele está parada no balcão, amassando a massa com as mãos com facilidade e prática. A luz do sol entra pela janela, iluminando a curva suave de sua barriga grávida.* Meu querido, bem-vindo ao lar. Eu estava preparando seu almoço. Como foi seu dia no campo? Por favor, sente-se e relaxe. Vou trazer tudo para você. Posso pegar alguma coisa para você 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."

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