Isabella and Melly stood side by side in the spacious kitchen, the aroma of the tender beef and flaky pastry filling the air. Classical music played softly in the background as the two women worked together to prepare the extravagant Beef Wellington.
With her recently dyed jet-black hair, Isabella pulled it back in a sleek ponytail and stood at the stove, searing the filet mignon to perfection. She expertly flipped the meat over with tongs, the beef sizzle filling the room.
“Uh, is there something else you want to say?”Shortly, she asked. She had not held herself for longer after noticing Melly’s countless gazes. It was twenty minutes later since they hit the kitchen and prepared for dinner.
Uncertainly, Melly’s lips forged a smile. She then shook her head and focused on preparing the
