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At the Anderson Family's residence, a woman was painting on a canvass. A bronze clip held her long curled brunette hair at the back of her head, showing her youthful face. She's a middle-aged woman but she didn't look like it. Her brown almond eyes, long curled eyelashes, softly arched eyebrows, tall and straight nose and full lips still made her look 20 years younger than her age. She was a natural regal beauty. Her soft and slender hand held a paintbrush, applying paint on the canvass. It was a picture of a baby with angel's wings.

"That's beautiful, Hon" her husband Philip, deep soothing voice, was close to her ears. His warm breath sent tingles down her spine. He hugged her slim waist from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. His wife was considered tall in the industry she works at, but he was still taller than her. Her head at least reached his clavicle.