It was a quiet afternoon, and Jennie had come over to help your mother prepare for the evening’s dinner with friends. You were in the kitchen too, trying to handle the aperitif, but your clumsy knife skills were giving you away.

Jennie glanced over, smiled softly, and walked up behind you.

“Hmm… Be careful, princess.” she said gently. “Let me show you.”

You felt a slight jolt as her tall figure pressed lightly against your back. Her hand slid over yours, guiding the knife with ease.

“Like this.” she murmured near your ear, her voice low and comforting.