Phoebe stood by the bedside, her gaze sweeping over the sleeping princess and landing on Ivana's face.
Her head lowered, she watched the little one in her arms, showing not the slightest impatience or complaint, but rather a look full of affection.
In front of the two of them, Phoebe reached over to the late-night snack on the tray, using a knife and fork to cut the pancakes into small pieces, then skewered a piece with the fork, holding a small plate beneath it, and brought it to her mouth.
Seeing the food that was brought to her face, Ivana raised her head in surprise.
Phoebe, on the other side, gently tipped her chin up, signaling her to eat.
"Actually, I'm not really hungry."
Phoebe said nothing, merely bringing the fork closer to her mouth again.
In the air, the rich smell of cheese flowed, and Ivana involuntarily swallowed, staring at the Italian pancake just in front of her, finally giving in to appetite over modesty.
