1 week later
1 week later“Ai!”
I hurried towards the cry, finding Krysta doubled over a crate of wine.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes. I pulled a muscle last week and it twitched.”
I grabbed the crate and lifted it up. “Here, let me help. Is this going to the kitchen?”
“No, Miss Quinn, be careful with that heavy box!” she called, hurrying after me in the winding corridor, her slippers clicking rhythmically with every step. “You’ll hurt yourself. Give it to me.”
I shrugged her away as I heaved the crate on the counter. “It’s fine, it’s not that heavy.”
“But—”
“I’m a lot stronger than I look.”
The larger woman shot me a strange look before she patted me on the head. “Ah, I keep forgetting you’re all grown up. I still see you as a little dumpling. You used to fit in my soup pan.”
“Well,
