PENELOPE
It's been two weeks since Christian left, and the silence had been… refreshing, the house was a lot quieter, less tension, no Christian Hilton to ruin the atmosphere with his brooding figure.
I had thrown myself into work, and it had paid off. The stand at Eve’s foundation was now fully set up and running smoothly. Business was thriving, and seeing people enjoy our pastries every day has its own kind of satisfaction.
Everyday, I just wished my mother had been alive longer to witness it all happen.
Shrugging the thought off, today was a good day, not a sad one, I needed to be happy.
Jess and I were currently restocking the display case at the bakery after opening later than usual this morning.
“You know,” Jess started casually, wiping down the counter, “it’s been two weeks.”
