CHAPTER 43

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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

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BRINLEY.

"What will I be doing on the days you cook?" Carol asks, folding her arms over her chest.

By the time the girl's day out ended, it was dark, and everyone went to bed early to get rest for the gala tomorrow evening. But I couldn't sleep and wandered into the kitchen for some hot honey tea, and it always helped me sleep.

To my surprise, Carol was making tea. I guess she could sleep either.

"You can do whatever you want,"

"I guess I could help cook at the orphanage," She sighs.

"Okay. You can have the kitchen two days and week while I help the sisters,"

"Thanks, Carol,"

She nods and pours us a cup of hot tea, adding honey and lemon.

"This should help you sleep," Carol says, placing the cup in front of me. I mutter a "Thank you" And take a sip.

The taste of the honey lemon soothes my throat as it goes down, and I hum at the exquisite taste.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I ask carol.

She shakes her head.

"I often h