PENELOPE
The night before had been nothing short of chaotic—but in the best way possible.
After securing the White House contract and getting the invite to cater for the First Lady’s book club, Jess and I had shut down the bakery hours earlier than usual. We locked the doors, cranked up the music, and danced around like lunatics, screaming in excitement.
“This is it, Penny!” Jess had shouted over the music, twirling in circles. “We’re going big time, baby! White House, high society events, next thing you know, we’ll be making cakes for royal weddings.”
I laughed, breathless. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“Pfft, let me dream.” She pointed at me, grinning. “Besides, these are high-class people. We need to do something different. Something out of the box.”
She was right. If we wan
