"Red! Red! Get those white curtains out of here!" Amaya commanded with a fierce determination, her voice echoing through the room as Demi and Elii glared at her, the fabric slipping through their fingers. She blew up vibrant red balloons, and tied them off before handing them to Sofy, who balanced herself on a moving ladder, her eyes focused on the top of the door. "This room needs to scream red! No other colors, got it?" Amaya insisted, walking toward the kitchen where the rich aroma of spices mingled with the sizzle of food being prepared.
"Need any help, sweethearts?" Amaya asked playfully, wrapping her arms around Zeya from behind, inhaling her scent as she whispered, "You smell so delicious, I might just have to take a bite out of you." Zeya pressed her lips thin, fighting back a smile as she nudged Amaya, feeling her breath tickle her neck. "Stop it, Somi is right there," Zeya warned, squirming in Amaya's embrace as she felt her hand sneak inside her shirt.
