AMARA'S POV
I kneaded the last pieces of dough, and put it away in the oven. It was just a few weeks until Christmas. “Having fun in there?” Camilla asked from behind me.
I turned to face her, with a small smile etched on my lips. I nodded, “You bet I am,” My relationship with Camilla was a rather strange one.
The old woman was formal to the other staff that worked with her. Yet, somehow, I could feel the kindness in her words, and in the way she related to me. She didn't mind teaching me, and going over a step I missed.
She walked further into the kitchen. “I'm sure this would come out just fine,” I nodded, slipping out of the apron.
I was baking some baguettes. “I'm sure the pups would like this so much,” She said, sniffing. “You've done a pretty good job Amy,” Camilla said, fo
