OLIVER
“Is the dough ready now, Oliver?” Amara asked as she stirred pastry fillings in a pot. We were in the kitchen, the windows opened wide. It was a warm morning and we were now preparing the dough to shorten their baking process in the bake shop later.
It was my usual routine. I would assist Amara in preparing the ingredients beforehand every morning before heading to the castle to attend to my duty; if the princess was going to attend to her outdoor affairs. In most times, Lilac would come and help us. She was here now, creating pieces of pastry decorations for assembly later.
“Yes, it is.” I answered then handed it to her. “Thank you very much.” She said as she packed it in a box. I took the apron off me then hung in on a rack. I washed my hands on the sink then wiped them with a
