Upon returning to the villa on the hill, Nia Mitchell yawned as she trotted into the living room.
Frederick Goldsmith was surprised to see them return, as he thought they had already eaten out.
"Madam, you're back?"
He approached with a smile, a plate of strawberries in hand, and placed them on the coffee table.
Nia Mitchell cheerfully grabbed one and popped it into her mouth.
"Wash your hands!"
Maxwell Peary frowned in disapproval, seeing Nia run in with her shoes still on and eat without washing her hands.
"My hands aren't dirty!"
Nia pouted but still walked towards the washroom to wash her hands.
After taking a couple of steps, she remembered she hadn't changed her shoes and glanced down at her sneakers.
Uh oh, and the trail of footprints I'm leaving behind! she thought. "I…" Scratching her head in embarrassment, Nia removed her shoes and ran barefoot toward the washroom.
"Nia Mitchell!"
