Bethany was cutting out heart-shaped sugar cookies. Lots of them. Four pans full, to be precise.
"Do we need so many, Nanna?" she asked.
Emily was kneading bread dough on the counter. It was a heavy bread, hearty, and she had to put some muscle into it. "We don't know how many guests will be invited yet, better safe than sorry. Besides, your uncle will have no trouble finishing the rest of them off."
The doorbell rang.
"Oh honey, go get that, would you? It's probably Martha bringing the invitation card designs."
"Sure," Bethany wiped her hands with a cloth, then went to get the door.
Emily sighed, having effectively manhandled the dough to the desired texture, she covered the bowl with cling wrap and set it aside to rest in a warm spot on the counter. Then she cleared the kitchen tab
