Madison POV
Having vented my view of all this negative talk, I headed to the kitchens to hunt for Mary. I was sure she would be floating around there, she rarely moves away from her beloved kitchen. Mary was exactly where I expected her to be, pulling out cakes from the oven. She loves to cook, and I love to eat her cakes. She makes the best cakes and pastries, and her homemade bread makes my mouth water thinking about it.
‘Hey Mary, how’s the kitchen stock?’ I asked, making her lift her head up quickly, she stopped what she was doing and rushed towards me, drying her hands on her apron as she approached.
Mary flung her arms around me and squeezed me into a tight hug. I could hear her quiet sobs and she held me. I rubbed her back and waited for her to recover, and it took longer than I
