The morning sun bathed the street in its warm, gentle glow as Elena approached the bakery’s entrance. She always loved mornings—those quiet, honest hours before life began to rush. But today felt different. Her steps were light, but her heartbeat carried a private, trembling intensity. Today was the day her carefully laid plan would finally unfold.
She pulled the bakery door open, the familiar jingling bell welcoming her like a friend. The aroma of flour, butter, and lingering vanilla greeted her softly. Gabriella was already inside, wiping the counter with her usual calm, practised motions.
“Good morning, Elena” Gabriella said with her bright, innocent smile.
Elena forced her own smile, keeping her tone casual. “Morning, Gabriella.”
They exchanged the usual pleasantries, but Elena di
