The next morning, Dorothy finished her breakfast beautifully and, as usual, left Sophia to clean up after her. She then went to the balcony, waiting for Audrey and Senior Mia below to hurry up and get out of bed.
"Good morning, senior sister."
Little Fox walked onto the balcony, still groggy from sleep. She stretched like a cat in the sun, and her supple waistline with its beautiful vest line made Dorothy quickly blink her eyes.
Accustomed to catching the breakfast tossed down from the balcony above, Audrey's nine fluffy tails fanned out like a peacock's plumage, basking in the warm morning sunlight.
The breeze on the high-rise tousled the soft golden hair at the temples of this nation-toppling beauty, forcing Audrey to eat with one hand while gently tucking the stray locks behind her delicate ears with the other.
Wonderful, just wonderful.
Having feasted her eyes on such beauty first thing in the morning, Dorothy's mood had greatly improved.
