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68: Maria’s Place

Alora’s POV

The morning light filtered through the windows as I breezed into the kitchen, the familiar scent of sizzling bacon and fresh bread wafting through the air.

It had been a few weeks since I started working at the restaurant, and every day felt like a small victory. The kitchen was alive with the clatter of pots and pans, the hiss of steam, and the soft hum of conversations among the helpers.

Maria’s Place. That’s what the restaurant was called, named after its owner, Maria, who had been running the place for as long as anyone in the neighborhood could remember.

It was a quaint little spot, tucked away on a quiet street, but ever since I started working here, it seemed like the whole town couldn’t get enough of it.

“Morning, Alora!” one of the helpers called out, a grin spreading across his face as he flipped a pancake onto a plate.

“Morning!” I replied, tying my apron around my waist as I joined them at the counter.

The morning rush was already in full swing, and the en
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