Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Kyran became Deirdre’s kitchen helper. Around 5:00 p.m., they heard a knock on the door, prompting Deirdre to clap the flour out of her hands in joy. "Sweet! That has to be Glenna! Let her in, Kyran!"

A subtle change shadowed Kyran's expression, though he ultimately obliged and answered the door.

The young woman had a few bags on her fingers when the door opened. When she saw Kyran, her eyes dodged him for a second.

Steeling herself, she called out, "Hi, Mr... Reed."

Kyran nodded and stepped aside to let Glenna in.

Deirdre strode out of the kitchen and greeted cheerfully, "You came just in time, Glenna. A new change of kitchen helper is sorely needed! Kyran’s just no good at these things... He could not even peel and slice those potatoes right. If we want our dinner to happen soon, I'm gonna need your help."

"Well, well, well! You're in luck! This is exactly what I'm born to do!" Glenna placed the fruits down and rolled her sleeves. "Let me at 'em!"

whatever misgivings she had. The thought relieved her. She brought out a large plate

working. 'These are a lot of potatoes for a three-person meal, don't you think?" she remarked offhandedly. "Can we finish them at

people. Mr. King's joining us

friend’s movement

nervously leaned closer and asked quietly, "You don't mind him coming, right?

who've known each other for years get into fights every once in a while, right? I guess it's not weird for acquaintances

something was still amiss. Hushed, she

Deirdre's face. A wave of sympathy, conflict, and something else in between crashed onto her chest, and suddenly, Glenna found

a little self-consciously and smiled. "Are you staring at me?

casual gracefulness. "It's between him and me, so you don't have to overthink it. Who do you think we are? Schoolchildren? No, madam, we are adults and don’t

But if you need help with anything, you have to

mom," Glenna intoned

bell rang. Declan had arrived. He removed his thick, heavy coat and hung it on