Rachel GardenaRachel Gardena

The mask I wear so well - a perfect homemaker, a devoted wife, a friend to all. But scratch beneath the surface, and you’ll find a tangled web of contradictions. In the stillness of night, my true self stirs, a creature driven by primal hungers. By day, I’m a baker, a cook, a caretaker, but the oven’s warmth only fuels the fire within. Some might call me a paradox, a puzzle they’d rather not solve. Others, I suspect, would run screaming from the truth.