A SLAVE TO MY LYCAN MASTER
I shouted to Steph as we increased our place kneading the dough.
“One more minute,” Crystal boomed.
“We are not gonna make it, Ema,” Steph said, tears welled up in her eyes. “I'm sorry,” I mouthed, my eyes speaking comfort.
“Time up, stop whatever you are doing,” Crystal ordered, her voice laced with urgency. She stepped down from the podium, her hands behind her back as she went round every table, taking notes.
Finally, she was at our table, her strawberry scent filling our nostrils. “Pfft, it's not complete,” she scoffed, her face showing dissatisfaction.
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