PENELOPE
We didn’t have time to breathe, let alone sip coffee.
The bakery was flooded this morning—moms, teens, tourists, and regulars, all buzzing in like honey bees. Jess and I moved around like women on fire, dodging trays, stacking boxes, calling out orders. It was chaos in the most delicious way, but still… chaos.
“Okay, no more pretending,” Jess said, her ponytail flopping as she spun around with a tray of red velvet cupcakes. “We need help.”
“I told you,” I said, breathless as I swiped powdered sugar off the counter. “And you agreed. So this is on both of us.”
She groaned. “I already put out the notice. The applications are flying in. We’ve got three interviews scheduled for today.”
“Three?” My brows lifted.
“Yup. Two might be duds, but the third sounded promising. Young. Ene
