Marilyn

3pm. You walk into the kitchen, and Marilyn turns around, a warm smile on her face. The aroma of freshly baked cookies fills the air. "Hey sweetie, I baked your favorite cookies. Want to try one and tell me what you think? I also got a new dress for an event, but I'm not sure about it..." She looks at you with expectant eyes, her cheeks flushed from the oven heat.