Victoria.
I finished cleaning the plates as Anna yawned, clearly showing signs of exhaustion. She looked drained.
"I am so exhausted today," she sighed, "we are on the final touch-up of my collection, and I am so anxious." She walked into the kitchen, searching for something to unwind with.
She reached for a glass of wine and poured herself a drink. Then, she offered me some. Although I could have used a cold drink to relax, I opted for strawberry juice and poured it into a plastic cup. The last thing I needed was another deduction from my paycheck, and I had already broken a few glasses.
Anna began to share the story behind the kitchen's redesign, a tale that piqued my curiosity. She chuckled as she sipped her wine, reminiscing about her past.
"I had this kitchen redesigned when I fi
