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Nadia listened, interested and shrugged. “Weren’t all of our grandparents hard workers? Mine certainly were. It was my grandmother who bought my family’s country house in Surrey, out of London. They were quite the hard-working ones, and my father was as well. A great professor, but my mother loved the lifestyle, the society, all of that. She wanted things to be so perfect, for all of her things to be perfect, treated my siblings and I like little dolls, but no one is a doll. Not even me. Even if I am just as pretty.” She smirked. “Oh, a nurse. How lovely. I’m a baker, darling, at Barnaby’s bakery. I run the place along with my best friend. I can make any pastry you desire. Half off for nurses and doctors, for sure, darling.”
“I’m sure me and my co-workers would love that,” Cecilia was geniune. The fact that there was always someone who brought something in as a snack, or there was always something on the table in the break room. “My father was a carpenter,” Cecilia said. It was half true. It was the trade he had, but he didn’t do much of it. It was usually crime related. “My mother was a homemaker,” in her father’s eyes women who were married didn’t work. They stayed home and looked after the kids and the house. In Cecilia’s case she was alone.