Taking a deep breath she let the intoxicating aroma of sugar and butter permeate her senses. She never tired of that smell. Nor did she ever tire of being there. It had been her lifelong dream to open a bakery and she’d been able to fulfill that over a year ago. “Is that you Lex?” Cassie’s voice rang out from the kitchen. Lexy poked her head in. Cassie, Lexy’s assistant and best friend, was rolling out pie dough, her face flushed. Flour dotted her apron and black jeans. Her pink-tipped spiked hair bobbed up and down like a bird as she worked the dough. “Hi.” “Hey, how did they like the recipe?” “What? Oh, the biscotti recipe. They loved it.” Lexy had almost forgotten the reason she had gone to Nans’s that morning. Cassie beamed a smile at her. Which was unusual considering she didn’t smile often. Lexy noticed Cassie was really working the dough, making exaggerated movements with her hands. What was up with that? Ignoring Cassie’s odd behavior, she blurted out, “Something else happened while I was there.”
