While Derrick was busy vehemently apologizing to Alex, Esme slipped away into the kitchen on the first floor. The kitchen was every chefs dream and it was Esme's favorite part of the house. She loved to cook and bake. It reminded her of her time with Alice. The kitchen was beautiful. Emily had told she had an interior designer come in for it specifically. It showed. It looked like something out of a magazine.
She walked right to the sink, turning it on she began to wash her face. Her face was still a little sore as she rubbed the blood away. She tried to focus on the cold water as it splashed against her heated skin. She paused taking deep breaths trying to calm her racing heart.
Esme knew everything that just happened wasn't Derrick's fault and her magic had stepped in before anything
