Noelle
Since the Resort wasn’t open, Raphael didn’t require the kitchen crew to come in on Sundays. It had snowed overnight and everything was covered in six inches of fresh, powdery white snow. The world outside the tall dining room windows looked magical and pristine, a world untouched by anything apart from the small songbirds that flit through the bushes outside.
I unlocked the kitchen and pushed open the door. The stainless steel gleamed in the harsh lights. Everything inside was as clean and shiny as the snow outside. There was a whole world of food in that kitchen, but I could barely boil water. As much as I loved to eat, I’d never really learned to cook. I opened up the pantry to see what I could scrounge for myself without setting the resort on fire for a second time.
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