Chapter 47
- PENELOPE
- It was just past 10 a.m., and the bakery had finally settled from the early morning rush. Jess and I were perched on the counter, legs swinging lazily, iced lattes in hand, talking about what really went on during our weekend together.
- “My head is still ringing from the bass,” Jess groaned, dramatically leaning back on her elbows.