#Chapter 50: A Little Help

Abby “You… Want to help?” I’m taken aback. It’s not quite like Karl to willingly offer help, especially in the middle of the night like this. In fact, the very thought of it instantly whisks me back to a memory that was buried in the deep recesses of my mind from when we were married. “Karl, could you pass me the pepper?” I had called out from our spacious kitchen, my hands full as I tried to juggle several trays of hors d’oeuvres. New Year’s Eve was tonight, and I had wanted to throw an unforgettable party for our friends. I had spent days now focusing on my preparations. Everything had to be perfect. The house was buzzing with energy. But instead of the joyful kind, it felt tense. Karl’s servants moved around the house like shadows, silently and efficiently, executing his orders. While I loved that our home came with a staff that made everything seem effortless, I wanted to be involved in the preparations. I wanted it to feel personal.