♡ Megan ♡
The bakery was unusually quiet for a Friday afternoon. The hum of the oven and the soft clinking of utensils were the only sounds that filled the space as I worked on frosting a tray of cupcakes. Brendan was tinkering with a new shelving unit he had insisted on installing for me since I had begun to run out of space. My plans to expand the bakery were still pending at the bank, but I was confident that things would progress soon enough. I finished piping a delicate swirl of buttercream onto the last cupcake when I heard Brendan’s voice. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him standing in the doorway of the storage room. At first, I thought he was talking to himself, but then I realized he was on the phone.
“Yeah, I hear you, but I was thinking about something simple but elegant
