“The cannolis have been selling like crazy,” Ava told Charlotte when the golden-haired woman emerged from the kitchen to restock the display shelf with fresh croissants. “We’re nearly out.”
“I had a feeling they might do well, so I already started making another batch,” Charlotte said with a proud grin. “You’re doing great, by the way,” she added in a softer voice as another customer walked up to the counter. “Keep up the good work.”
“Thanks, boss,” Ava replied, the compliment making her smile broaden. It was only her second day of work, and she hadn’t felt too confident about manning the till by herself, but so far, so good. “Good morning. What can I get you today?” she asked the middle-aged man examining the options on display.
While she dealt with the customer, Charlotte retreated
