•Kitchen•
Ovelia's POV
As I opened the oven, a mouthwatering aroma enveloped the room, and the scent of freshly baked puff pastry wafted through the air. I carefully pulled the golden pastries from their hot enclosure, placing them gently on the table.
"Oh, Lady Ovelia, it smells incredible! I can hardly wait!" Ann exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, bouncing slightly on her toes, unable to contain her excitement.
"Is this really what it looks like once baked? It resembles an airy, circular masterpiece," Mrs. Melinda added, her voice rich with wonder, as she leaned closer, inhaling the fragrant steam releasing from the pastries. "And I can smell the fresh custard and fruit flavors wafting through the air."
We hadn't tasted them yet, but my heart swelled with happiness at their enthusiasm.
