Katherine's POV
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It was a few days after I moved into the packhouse and I was starting to get used to my new life, as boring as it was compared to staying at home. I was used to waking up early and heading to the kitchen to prep for breakfast. My first morning there I did just that and blushed so hard when I walked into the kitchen and saw Mrs. Gibson instead of Ferruccio. I think she pitied me and allowed me to help out anyway where I worked as a line cook, not wanting to step on toes by trying to play sous chef like at home. But after that, I tried to sleep in a little longer which didn't seem to work out so well.
It was about six in the morning when I rolled out of bed and took a nice long shower. Wrapping a robe around me, I dried my hair with a towel before usi
