On a place like Wisteria Lane, time seems to go by faster than anywhere else in the world. A single month can bring all sorts of adventures; some stories find a closure, while others start with no warning.

As in traditional tales, the big bad guy finally died. Patrick Logan said goodbye forever in a spectacular shoot-out with the police. However, the problems were not over for the Bolen family. Angie had to stand trial and was eventually sentenced to prison. As a consequence, Nick and Danny decided to move away and leave Fairview for good. Too many painful memories were linked to that house, the only place where they had ever felt at home.

Tom and Lynette were in a more optimistic situation, although they were still far from the rest they had needed for so long. A few weeks after getting rid of their annoying daughter-in-law, Lynette gave birth to her baby girl. In the end, as it was to be expected, Tom managed to get his way regarding the name. Patricia 'Pat' Scavo came to the world on a beautiful May afternoon. Ever since, the couple had been busy changing diapers and preparing bottles, which they didn't think they'd have to do until their first grandchildren were born.

Meanwhile, Mike and Susan had finally managed to overcome their financial problems. The plumber's pride had been an obstacle at the beginning, which had also caused a lot of tension between him and his wife. Nevertheless, with a little help from all their friends, the situation had been solved and their love was strong as ever.

In spite of all the changes, there was one Wisterian for whose life seemed to stay the same. Bree Van De Kamp-Hodge was the only one amongst her friends who had gone through the events with no significant consequences. With Sam out of the picture, her relationship with Andrew had improved considerably. After all, he was her son; they were bound to make up sooner or later, no matter what happened. And without the tension and her company back to normal, her whole existence appeared to be back to the way it used to.

Appeared was the key word. Years and years of pretending had made the red-haired caterer master the art of making people believe what she wanted them to. Perhaps on the outside nothing had changed. Her polite smile still stayed on in every situation. No-one on Earth could have imagined that, on the inside, her whole world was tumbling down.

No matter how much she insisted on fooling herself, things with Orson would never be the same. Since she had taken him back in, she had done the impossible to fix their relationship. In the end, after struggling for months, he had finally forgiven her. However, she didn't love him anymore. She couldn't, although she tried so hard. Especially not when her head was constantly somewhere else.

Bree Van De Kamp-Hodge had lost one of the most important things in her life – a friend. Not any friend, but the best one she ever had. The one who was almost like a sister. And the worst of all was that she knew she would never get her back.

Thoughts about Katherine Mayfair haunted her every waking moment. Even in her dreams, she would often relive the moment when she had held her in her arms and promised her she wouldn't die. She could still hear the deafening noise of the sirens and feel the warm blood on her chest, like it was her own. But most of all, she couldn't get that kiss out of her head. Bree could still sense her friend's trembling body in her arms, the touch of her mouth pressing against hers. It was then when a thousand emotions exploded inside her, as though they had been locked in a faraway place, waiting for centuries to be released. She knew she would never taste those lips again… and that feeling was more painful than anything else.

Such things were running through her head as she stood in the test kitchen. Her hand was on her chin as her elbow rested on the counter. The redhead let out a sigh, casting her eyes over the empty room, which felt ridiculously big. She had no energy whatsoever to start trying new recipes or preparing menus. And her mind wasn't in the right state to concentrate on work.

"Morning" a voice called behind her.