Carmen hums, finally getting to the last plate. Wiping til it shines, she hops around the kitchen.
Her tiny kitchen gleams, dust doesn’t dare show its face here. Growing up poor means having little to no money for fragrant and “tough on germs” cleansing products. Spit and polish had to do. Gross… Carmen fought her way up in Chocolates and Caviar Catering. As soon as she could, she looked to rent in a better neighbourhood. One where she could actually hang clean washing outside and it was still there when dry.…