She remind me Lydia

Before she could argue further, another set of footsteps entered the kitchen. I turned to see Elara standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and a bemused smile playing on her lips.

She was dressed in a flowing ivory gown, her hair loosely braided over one shoulder. The morning light streaming through the window seemed to catch her just right, making her look almost angelic.

"What are you doing in here, Clara?" Elara asked, though her tone was more amused than scolding.

"I wanted to help Aaliyah cook!" Clara exclaimed, spinning toward her sister. "She's the best! And you said I should learn how to do things myself."

Elara raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "I meant learning to dress yourself or tidy your room, not handling fire and knives in the kitchen."

"But—"