Annabelle’s POV
Heaving a sigh, I went downstairs to the kitchen to see what Martha was doing.
Martha was busy chatting with Jenny, Stefan’s housekeeper, while mixing dough for pizza. She looked up when I entered the kitchen and smiled.
“Did you need anything, Anna?”
“Do you mind if I bake some cupcakes, Martha? I’m bored.”
“Do you need help?” asked Jenny, smiling at me.
“No, thanks, just tell me where everything is and I’ll be fine,” I said and they showed me where all the ingredients were stored.
I got started with my task and they left me at peace. Baking and cooking were something that de-stressed me. Maria, our old housekeeper, was very good at cooking and baking and taught me everything since I was very young.
As the cupcakes were done, I left them on the kitchen counter to
