One month later
Bree
“Ugh!” The smell of cinnamon coming from the kitchen was nauseating.
“Oh, you poor thing! You look ill.” John’s mother, Andra, came to sit beside me, taking my hand into hers. She looked to be very concerned.
“Winona!” Her house manager rushed into the room.
“Bring the Queen some ginger root tea and a couple of biscuits.”
“Right away!” Winona turned on her heels to get my tea. Usually I would refuse having her run and get me things. I was very capable of doing it myself. But the condition I was currently in made me feel like someone had poisoned me or something. I started gagging at the strong smell of the cinnamon.
Andra gently helped me up to walk me outside.
“Oh, my dear.” Her green eyes were staring into mine. I smiled when she would call me dear bec
