Feeling much better, Eloise’s bare feet padded softly out of her room, heading for the stairs. Dressed in a blue shirt that reaches her thigh and a half-shouldered free blouse. Her hair neatly combed, cascaded down her shoulders.
She doesn't look like she's had a fever the previous day; she looked all radiant and energetic.
Eloise paused, inhaling deeply to confirm if she was mistaken. She stepped down the stairs and shut her eyes, halting her steps with her nostrils flaring. The air was thick with something rich and buttery, sweet, savory, and yet refined.
“ Hmm,” she let the scent wrap her like a lover's embrace.
“ My favorite,” she muttered inaudibly.
Wagyu ribeye with truffle mashed potatoes, and not just any ribeye, but thick-cut 45 Japanese Wagyu.
Oh gosh... She flung her eye
