Annalise
"Okay Casey, all the dishes are done, what else do you need?" I sighed, still in a gloomy mood after my fight with Max two days ago.
I have stayed busy in the kitchen as much as possible since then, trying to avoid him. I needed to let him go. It was better this way. I was more mad at myself at this point for letting things go as far as they did, for allowing myself and Max to fall in love. It was a bad idea and I knew it. Now this was my punishment. Feeling like garbage.
"Feel like finishing the bread? They have risen enough." He said, flicking his head towards a dozen bowls, each with a damp cloth overtop. I guess this will have to do.
"Sure." I nodded, getting to work right away. The busier the better.
"I'm going to the ballroom to see how many tables we still need set
