Elise was helping out with cleaning. She hummed a quiet tune while she dusted the shelves, unaware of Ludwig entering the room with a mop and bucket.
“You seem happy,” he put down the tools and wiped his forehead with the back of his paw.
She whirled around, skipped over to him and looked up at the ceiling with dreamy eyes. Her paws clutched the feather duster like it...
