Honey, I'm going to make a move now!
At this moment, Sylvia was still wearing a simple and elegant white dress.
However, she had slipped on a pale yellow apron over it.
This pale yellow apron was typically worn by married women and was considered quite "old-fashioned" by younger women.
But on Sylvia, what was normally seen as dowdy somehow seemed to elevate in style.
It subtly hugged her graceful figure, outlining a nearly perfect curve.
Sylvia was holding a pot that was steaming and sizzling.
A few black spots had splattered on her face, highlighting her snow-white skin, adding a cute contrast that was endearing.
"Sweetheart, the surprise you mentioned was this?"
Timothy was stunned. He had imagined all sorts of possibilities, but this was not one of them.
Man, all that anticipation for nothing!