Bailey POV
The rest of the day passes in a blur of flour and sugar.
The familiar rhythm of baking provides a welcome distraction from the morning's unexpected encounter with Fiona.
I am piping frosting onto a batch of cupcakes when the bell above the door chimes.
"Bailey!" Mrs. Chen walks in, followed by two other women I recognize as my regular customers.
“We came to check on you, dear." She informs me, her kind eyes showing concern.
I set down the piping bag, surprised.
I didn't expect someone to do that, especially not with how wild the rumours have been spreading online.
"Check on me?" I ask, not concealing my emotions.
Mrs Chen nods, a smile adjourning her beautiful face.
"After all that nonsense online, we wanted to make sure you knew that we don't believe a word of it." O
