When I locked the doors to SkinnyCakes that night I was sure I’d stepped into a dream. It was another insane day where I’d sold out of everything I made and had to bake more during the day to try to keep up. I’d dreamed of days like that when I was getting SkinnyCakes ready to open. Brett’s voice always echoed in my ear when I started to get excited, reminding me I wasn’t good enough. I couldn’t do it. I’d never be anything without him.
Proving him wrong felt good. Until I remembered he had a hand in making it happen.
With that thought hanging over me, I went home. Graham wanted to take me out to celebrate. It was going to be a great night. Brett wasn’t going to take that from me. He’d taken enough. I got the contract because Wyatt loved my desserts, not because of Brett.
Graham wouldn’
