Max's POV Alpha, are you sure you don't need us to help you? The head kitchen maid asked again, watching me with worried eyes. I shook my head, already tying the apron around my waist. Oh, I'll handle this myself. She gave me a small bow and stepped back, watching me for a. Three courses like this. Moment before quietly leaving the kitchen, I took a deep breath and moved toward the counter where the ingredients were neatly arranged. Flour, sugar, eggs, butter. Everything I needed. My fingers lingered on the wooden spoon, and a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I wanted to make cookies, the ones I used to make for Erica when we were younger. Remember the first time I made them? It was terrible. They even got burnt. But with a big smile on her face, Erica ate them all, telling me it wasn't the taste that mattered, but the heart I used in making them. That day, I had vowed to get better. I spent hours each week perfecting my technique. In a month, I was good at it.
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