Vivian pushed the wooden spoon in the batter she had prepared, moving it around as she twisted her wrist to make sure everything was well mixed. Her movements were slow and precise just the way Paul had taught her in the kitchen. Two years ago when Leonard had arrived at the mansion, she was only sixteen when she had learnt to bake her first cake under Paul's guidance. Finding out about it Leonard had praised her for the treat she had prepared that day but that was all the words he had exchanged with her before he left with the councilman he had come with.
Looking up from the bowl in her hand to Leonard who had his eyes fixed on her hands. The blonde tresses of his hair settled on his forehead looked darker in shade due to the scarce amount of candles that were lit in the kitchen. He had grown tall again. They had never been of the same height but when they were young they differed by two-three inches and now it seemed to have doubled or was it more? She thought to herself.
