It made a pleasant change for Milly to be so involved, taking the helm. Apart from Milly flicking the V at a rather persistent photographer, they simply ignored the dwindling throng of reporters. Thankfully, the new season of a reality show had just started, which meant that the general public had far more important things to worry about than how a London baker had spent seven years of her youth. Life went on. For Pru, however, it was difficult to relax into her enforced rest. Despite having no reason to rise early, she was up at the crack of dawn, pacing and thinking before most of the city had even stirred. Downstairs, Milly pottered behind the counter, polishing the glass of the display cabinet and arranging the various plates into neat stacks in order of size. She took pride in keeping the workspace immaculate. A couple of regulars scanned the broadsheets while enjoying their breakfasts. One was sipping his coffee in between bites of his morning pastry, which today was filled with fat apricots and finished with toasted almonds and a generous dusting of icing sugar.
