Chapter 2ANNALISA POV The morning sun was shining, spreading its rays through the opened windows as I worked hard, between the industrial stoves, checking on the breakfast preparations. The familiar rhythm of work was like a balm to my wounds, allowing me to reflect on the conversation that I had yesterday with Antonio.One month."Luna Annabella, you don't need to help with this," said Margaret, one of the older kitchen staff, her wrinkled hands were gentle as she tried to take the knife from me, not happy seeing me working down here. "You should be upstairs, resting."I smiled at her, continuing to dice strawberries, perfectly as I had been doing for the past years here. "I'm fine, Margaret. Besides, you know I prefer to be useful, rather than stay idle."It was true. In the two years since my marriage to Antonio or rather, in the twenty-three years since Samuel Greenwood had brought me to this pack as a five-year-old orphan, I'd worked in nearly every department of the pack hous
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