Chapter 8 - NEW HORIZONS
The brass bell above the door chimed, and Daniel walked in, smiling warmly as he ordered his usual black espresso. We had become close friends over the past year, the kind of chosen, loyal family Grandma had always wanted me to find. As I handed him his cup, the diamond flashed again, brilliant and steady. I didn't owe anyone an apology. I didn't owe anyone my compliance. I was Lyra Bennett, I was twenty-six, and for the very first time in my life, everything I held belonged entirely to me.
Which pastry do you imagine Lyra serves as the signature item in her new bakery?
