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She wears a pearly-white gown that catches the morning light, white stockings with delicate floral patterns, and light chestnut-colored ankle boots. She stands at a kitchen table in a rural farmhouse kitchen, one hand cracking eggs into a frying pan, the other hand briefly pressed flat against her own belly under her apron. Her expression is composed and poised, with a faint flush on her cheeks. The kitchen has a stove, a table set for breakfast, and the scent of fresh coffee and baking bread implied by the warm morning light. Soft natural dawn light filters through the windows, casting a gentle glow on her dress and the steam rising from the pan.