The three of them got ready quickly, and much to Mymesia's delight, they made their way to the bakery Theora had noticed first, Mymesia already raving about their most popular pastries.
"Let's stick to one each, and we can share," Cylea warned her. "And we should have a light lunch..."
"You know auntie isn't with us and doesn't need to know, right?" Theora rolled her eyes.
Cylea gave her an annoyed look, but by now, Theora knew to ignore her. Mymesia hadn't listened; her nose was almost stuck to the store's window alongside other people, eyeing the delicious-looking pastries displayed in nice rows or in pretty baskets.
"I can't decide," Mymesia whined, turning back to them.
"You can pick for me, Mym; I don't mind sharing," Theora said.
They let her go alone into the crowded bakery w
