A way out

s, and reluctant awakenings. Though my heart belongs to my bustling bakery, there are moments when

fee promises a moment of tranquility before the chaos of the day begins. A quick shower later, I opt for my signature bakery-chic ensemble-je

six months spent in this welcoming town. Its cheerful denizens and their penchant for friendly chatter have become as familiar to me as the

me like a warm embrace. Amidst the hustle and bustle of prepping for the day, Cane, my trusty sidek

a hint of seriousness that belies the early hour. "Got

have to jump through. "Seriously? When do we have to deal with this?" I inq

me a note with the pertinent details. "And word o

with our delectable delights. As the hours tick by, I find myself inching closer to the inevit

dding a swipe of lip gloss for good measure. Catching Ken's eye, I seek his

ning every ounce of confiden

the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges-and surprises-the day