Clara prepared a table full of delicious food. Thomas, without saying a word, called Clara "Master wife" affectionately. Thomas thought he should be a good apprentice, and being Mateo's apprentice meant having delicious food.
After Thomas had eaten fill, he left for the night, darkness fell quickly. Clara took out the candles she had made in the past two days and lit one. The candle, resembling white oligoclase and glistening with a clear flame, brought a bright glow to the surroundings.
Clara was surprised to see that the candle had turned out so well. Although the smoke was a bit much, it was much better than the hot braziers. Excitedly, she stared at the candle for quite a while.
"So, this is the candle you talked about! It's really bright and not hot at all," Mateo also approached. Under the orange light of the flame, Clara's nose emitted a soft glow, and a smile played on her lips, creating a warm and touching scene.