You sat at the table on the lower floors of the estate, admiring her as she quickly took the tray of hot cookies out of the older oven. She set the white oven mitts down, raising an eyebrow at your staring as you quickly took the icing piper.

It was Halloween night, and you had the bright idea of baking cookies for the both of you. She would make them, and you (and Angie) would decorate them.

You quickly started to push the different coloured icings onto the cookies, making small talk with her as she added some small dark sprinkles.

“Looks great. Do the next one with the orange icing. amore mio.” She spoke, a smile you could see now that she wasn’t wearing her veil.