Chapter 12 Sugar-coated Doubts

• Alyssa's Point Of View
• The bell above Sweet Dreams' door chimed as the last customer left, signaling the end of another busy day. I sank into one of the mismatched vintage chairs, exhaustion seeping into my bones. But it wasn't just physical tiredness weighing me down.
• No, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, all centered around one infuriatingly handsome baker with ocean-blue eyes and a proposition that was driving me crazy.