-Khloe Anderson-
I sat at my office desk looking at the calendar of events. It was later in the afternoon after the rush hour had long cooled down, and I'd recently left the kitchen to accept orders via phone calls. The upcoming month already seemed to be busy and I couldn't help but be excited.
Downstairs, business activities continued as customers were swarming the shop for desserts.
I'd just hung up from a wedding cake order when I heard a knock on the office door.
Stacie, one of the waitresses walked in. She beamed. "Hey, Khloe. There's a Mia Novak here for you.”
I looked at her in disbelief, while processing the name. Honestly, Mia Novak would never come here and wish to speak to me. It's the Monday right after Sophia's birthday and I haven't seen or heard from Logan since.
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