I had settled my outstanding bills with Lauretta and the rent was finally settled. I can call the bakery shop mine again.
As I cleaned the whole place before I finally opened the next day, Becca, Miller's daughter, stared at me, watching every move I made.
I had invited her and her father over to celebrate my new beginning with him before he went back, but he said he had a business to settle, but he dropped Becca with me, asking us to bond before he came back.
As I stole glances at her, I observed her appearance. She and Miller shared almost no resemblance. Miller had this almost brown hair while her own hair was dark, shining black like mine. Their eyes were different shades. While Miller's eyes were the color of an almond still covered by its skin, hers were lighter, like the seed
