Chapter 11 Some Things Never Change

• The next morning dawned bright and early, sunlight streaming through the windows of my rented apartment above Sugar Rush.
• I hadn't slept much, my mind racing with thoughts of Alyssa and plans for the bakery. But as I made my way downstairs, the smell of fresh coffee and baking bread energized me.
• The bakery was already bustling, my staff hard at work preparing for the day. I paused in the doorway, taking in the scene. There was Marco, our head baker, his strong arms kneading dough with practiced ease.