A week had slipped by since that day.
Not once had Charlotte complained.
She carried out every chore in silence, every task handed to her without protest. Cooking remained the hardest part, but thankfully, Vittoria began stopping by each evening. With her guidance, Charlotte carefully wrote down recipes, following each step with quiet determination.
The first two days had nearly broken her.
Her body ached in ways she had never experienced before, exhaustion clinging to her bones because she simply wasn't used to such labor. Back in her own pack, she had lived like a princess sheltered, cared for, protected. But that life was gone now. The fragile cocoon she had once known had shattered, leaving her exposed to a harsher reality.
Here, she had no choice but to learn.
To endure.
To adapt.
Vittoria had been surprised the first time she saw Charlotte working, but she asked no questions. Instead, she simply agreed to help when Charlotte requested guidance with dinner preparations.
