#Chapter 43: A Kind Heart

Hannah I strode through the front doors of the soup kitchen, my heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement. This was it—my first real foray into volunteer work, into proving that I could be more than just a pretty face trailing after my husband. I was determined to make a good impression. A kind-faced older woman with graying hair tied back in a messy bun immediately approached me when I stepped through the doors, her eyes widening slightly as she took me in. “Oh! Luna Hannah, it’s an honor to have you here,” she said, bowing her head politely. I offered her a warm smile, holding out my hand to shake hers. “Please, just call me Hannah. It’s wonderful to be here.” The woman grasped my hand firmly, giving it a gentle shake as she returned my smile. “Of course, of course. I have to admit, I’m a bit surprised to see you volunteering here.” A faint blush crept into her cheeks as she seemed to realize how that sounded. “Oh goodness, I’m sorry. That was rude of m