William stepped into the house, greeted by the delightful smell of dinner cooking and the sound of Isabella's humming. It was a tune he didn't recognize, but it had a gentle melody that seemed to dance through the air.
"Welcome home, William. How was your day?" Isabella's voice rang out from the kitchen, cheerful and welcoming.
As he approached, William caught sight of her, and for a moment, he found himself utterly captivated. Isabella had tied her usually cascading hair into a playful ponytail. This simple change had uncovered the graceful lines of her face, neck, and throat, lending her an air of youth and vivacity.
Her eyes sparkled with a light that seemed to radiate warmth, and her lips were turned up in a constant, contented smile. The apron she wore was spattered with flour, and a smudge of sauce adorned her cheek, adding to her charm.
