Monday afternoon I locked the doors to SkinnyCakes and drove across town with a box of some of my favorite desserts. Brett didn’t say anything about bringing a sample to the meeting with the mayor, but it only made sense if I was interviewing for a baking job to show him what I was capable of.
I let myself into Town Hall holding the steel blue box SkinnyCakes box tied with a purple ribbon. The woman at the desk smiled and gave me directions when I told her I had a meeting with Mayor Ramsey. As I stood outside the door with his name, I felt the butterflies in my stomach take flight. I took a deep breath and rested my hand on my stomach, hoping I wouldn’t throw up on the mayor.
When I pushed through the door I was greeted by a woman with wavy brown hair flowing halfway down her back, dark
