Veronica POV
“Good morning, Rosemary,” Veronica said with a sweet smile.
“Good morning, Duchess. Could you help me with the meal prep? Kelly’s late for her shift,” Rosemary called from the kitchen, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Duchess had been the nickname she’d come up with for Veronica—because of, well… her personality. The kind that could occasionally be described as special.
Her shift didn’t start for another two hours, but she was happy to help out.
“Sure,” Veronica said, tying on an apron. She’d had a great night’s sleep and, for once, she was in a genuinely good mood.
‘What’s got you in such a good mood?’ Simon asked, leaning against the counter as Veronica chopped vegetables.
“Becky and I are talking again. No ghost missions lately… What’s not to be happy about?”
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