The bakery was set in a town just outside of Saginaw that Kayla had passed by a thousand times before, only now, she would come to arrive with a purpose. Silencing her radio blasting out Kelly Clarkson's breakout hits, she pulled her rear view mirror downward to view her current ensemble. Using the emergency makeup wipes from the middle console of the car, Kayla wiped away the smeared mascara and dripping eyeliner before reapplying foundation and darkening her lashes with revised cosmetics until it hid the forty minute breakdown she had endured.
A small bell above the door would set out a chime that would allow anyone in the close vicinity to understand a new patron had crossed the threshold, as Amanda summoned Kayla to their small table. Already, a sight of at least two dozen plates, al
