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Sitting in the newly completed office of the
bakery, I was looking over several resumes for new employees. The bakery
renovations were nearly finished. All we needed was people to work in the
bakery. With my dad’s questionable health and my newfound celebrity, we needed to
hire people to run Swan Family Bakery. Both Dad and I were adamant that we
needed to hire from within our community.
“Oh, this girl, I like her,” Angela chirped.
“She worked at the bookstore and was awesome.”
“Worked. Past tense?” I asked, arching a brow.
“Was she fired?”
“She wasn’t fired. She went away to college but didn’t really
care for the university she’d chosen. It was too big and she wanted something
smaller,” Angela shrugged. “She came back home, taking a gap year and asking
for her job back. We’d already hired someone to replace her.” Angela handed me
the resume and application. “This girl, Bree, has retail experience and is
great with people, friendly and outgoing.”
I read over her application, smiling as I saw how thorough she
was in her answers. “I’ll bring her in. She could be helpful at the counter and
working as a server for the café. I need people who are willing to work in the
kitchen, though. I don’t want to be the one, getting up at four in the morning,
to start baking our family’s recipes. I can oversee the bakery, but I don’t
have the heart to run it like I did before,” I frowned. “And to be honest, I
don’t know if I’m staying the states, Ang.”
“Are you planning on moving in with Masen?” Angela asked,
leaning forward and grinning.
“He hasn’t asked, but everything we’ve ever done has alluded to
us being together for the foreseeable future … possibly for the rest of our
lives,” I smiled, blinking up at her. “I love him, regardless of who he is.
He’s been so supportive and perfect throughout all of this …” I gestured to the
renovated bakery. “He hasn’t walked away with the bullshit of my crazy family.
He’s …”
“Prince Charming,” Angela quipped. “And he is.” She looked at me, but her smile
faded. Reaching across the desk, she squeezed my fingers. “How are you doing
with the tabloids?”
“They suck, Ang,” I growled. “Did you see the article about how
I supposedly aborted a baby? I went to the women’s clinic to get my birth control
shot. Not that it’s anyone’s business. It’s my
body.” I got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen. “That’s
the only thing that’s making me freak out about my relationship with Masen. I
love him. He’s an amazing, wonderful and generous man. I just hate having my
personal life splashed over the newspapers. It’s bullshit.”
“Does it bother Masen?” Angela asked.
“He’s more accustomed to it,” I retorted, idly pealing the
wrapper off the bottled water. “He’s upset that the American tabloids are quick
to judge and print lies without any sort of research. We also have some
resistance in Gevalia. There’s this woman, Lady Kathryn … who was under the
impression that she was going to marry Masen, but didn’t have a snowball’s
chance in hell … who conspired with my bitch sister. Alice was arrested and is
in a holding cell in Gevalia.”
“And Lady Kathryn?”
“She fled the country, flying to a location that didn’t have an extradition policy with Gevalia. She may be the one who is behind these scathing comments online and in the media,” I sighed.
The Renovated Swan Family Bakery
Angela
Bella's dress to the Metropolitan Opera
Leah Clearwater, Jacob's fiancée
Metropolitan Opera
La Bohème
