With her hands crossed over her chest, Aurora stared at the spread of ingredients placed over the table for her, an eyebrow raised in thought.
"Hmm." She hummed to herself, while the room remained silent, packed to the brim, yet not one person uttered a word as they all waited for the Consort to say something first.
Anne, Amalia and Madeline were beside her, analyzing the products before them as well, but like everyone else in the room, they too waited for Aurora to speak first.
Hesen nervously glanced from the contents on the table to the masked Consort, a smile plastered on his face which was starting to become hard to keep on for so long. He was nervous, perhaps even scared, to disappoint the Lady.
