From the moment she’d woken up, everything had gone wrong. First she discovered a flat tire on her bike, then as soon as she stepped foot in the bakery, Padma informed her that a customer had cancelled a huge wedding cake order, one that they had already begun to prepare for. Then Jolene called in, saying that Nina had been throwing up all morning from a mysterious bug that was going around at preschool. The final straw was when the rustic table that held their pretty macaron and cupcake displays collapsed, scattering a rainbow of pastries all over the bakery floor. “I don’t know how this day could get much worse,” Ren said as she handed Padma the broom and dustpan. She carefully made her way past the pastry warzone and squatted by the fallen white table. “Looks like one of the legs just decided to bite the dust.” She held up the broken leg and rued the day she’d brought it home from a garage sale. The seller had told her it only needed a coat of fresh paint. He hadn’t mentioned anything about fractured legs that could make it appear as though a unicorn farted all over the bakery floor.
