It was late at night, and the soft glow of the moonlight spilled through the cabin windows, casting gentle shadows across the cozy kitchen. Georgiana stood by the window, gazing at the shimmering stars above, lost in thought. The beauty of the night was captivating, but her mind was elsewhere. Meanwhile, Arthur was at the sink, diligently washing the dishes from their dinner. He was meticulous, scrubbing each plate and glass with care, ensuring that everything was spotless for the morning.
“Arthur,” Georgiana said, turning away from the window and walking over to him, a teasing smile on her lips.
“Is washing dishes really that important right now?”
Arthur glanced over his shoulder, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“I like waking up to a clean kitchen. It sets a good tone for the
