First message
A sharp knock sounded on the light wooden door. Claire, who had just taken a pie out of the oven, placed the steaming dish on the counter and wiped her hands on her white apron. She crossed the hall with a few light steps, her blond hair tied back in a ponytail swaying gently. When she opened the door, her smile immediately burst forth, warm and sincere, illuminating the doorframe. Oh... good evening! she said, her blue eyes sparkling with kindness.