Ellen strolled down the aisle of the supermarket, a pleasant smile on her lips as she hummed a soft tune. Ellen's attention was solely on the cuts of meat displayed in the refrigerated section. She moved with purpose, her eyes scanning the options before her, searching for the perfect choice. She had a bounce in her step and moved so lightly that didn't escape Vivi's attention.
Vivi trailed behind Ellen, her hands folded neatly in front of her as she observed the lady of the house. Ellen's cheerful demeanor was infectious, and Vivi found herself smiling softly at the sight. It wasn't often that she saw Ellen in such high spirits, and curiosity got the better of her.
"Mrs. Coldwell," Vivi began, her voice gentle but laced with genuine interest. "You seem so happy today. Is there a special occasion?"