Meal with sister?

Opening the door, Livia stood outside the house, her pure white court dress accentuating her elegant and curvaceous figure.

Her smooth, delicate legs, clad in tonal calf boots, stood straight, making her resemble a noble and graceful white swan.

The woman gazed at Amalia tenderly, her lips parting slightly.

"Miss Amalia, I made some food. It should taste good, and I wanted to invite you to try it."

After speaking, the corners of Livia's lips curved into a gentle smile, and she added,

"The food I cook alone always feels a bit lacking in atmosphere, so I hope Miss Amalia will join me."

Does she cook too?

Listening to Livia's words, Amalia glanced at Auri, who was nestled in her arms, feeling a hint of surprise.

With a status as noble as Livia's, shouldn't there be a dedicated chef handling her meals?

After a brief hesitation, however, the girl agreed.

"Okay."