_Katherine’s POV_
The morning was quiet. It was the kind of peaceful silence that made it easy to forget the worries of the world. The kitchen was warm and smelled of freshly baked bread. The scent wrapping around me like a comforting embrace.
Maria stood at the counter. Her sleeves were rolled up as she kneaded dough with practiced ease. I was beside her, attempting to shape pastries, though mine looked more like oddly shaped lumps than anything remotely appetizing.
She leaned over, inspecting my work with a raised brow. Then, with a dramatic sigh, she shook her head. “Katherine, dear, what exactly are you trying to make? A pastry or a rock?”
I huffed. “It’s supposed to be a crescent roll.”
She snorted, barely holding back a laugh. “A crescent roll? This? Oh, Moon Goddess, I thought
