LAYLA

Using my apron to wipe my hands, I observed the dough rising in the stone oven.

I smiled as the aroma of roasted meat and baked bread filled the kitchen.

While the other maids were kneading dough, chopping vegetables and stirring pots I noticed that some of them were giggling at something.

I shook my head and gave a small smile .

I felt at home here even though I was the Luna.

Perhaps it was because I enjoyed its normalcy, the sensation of accomplishing a straightforward simple task.

But as soon as I looked out the window, my peaceful moment was destroyed and my heart sank immediately

At...