Jennie was patiently sitting on the chair eyes carrying the dancing excitement of being with Lisa. She watched the back of the busy women who was chopping some vegetables and making the soup. The apron fitting loosely on her waist and the back of her thighs visible, and Jennie watched her move a little to take the ingredients to cut, wash or cook them.

The house was supposed to be filled with a lot of maids and bodyguard but because it was Lisa coming at her house, she told them to take a leave. Of course, she would only let herself get the best view of Lisa and others were an exception. No one was allowed to look at this beautiful piece of art when she was alive. She continued staring at her figure and looked up at her hairs, they reached her waist and stopped curling slightly at the very end.