Siena's POV
I open my mouth in a noticeable gesture of joy as I enter the beautiful and elegant bakery.
I had never been here before, had never even heard of it, and I spend my time in exclusive stores buying clothes, heels, and lingerie.
Maybe it's because I don't eat much sweet stuff and honestly, I don't make appointments at a high-society bakery to taste what will be my birthday cake because my birthdays - except for the one that was at my old man's favorite club - have all been in Italy.
My mother is the one who makes my cake and I love it, and although my father, of course, buys a totally exaggerated one for the occasion, I end up eating the one my mother makes me.
That's why I don't know this place, and even though I enjoy a life full of luxuries, I never cease to be impressed
