CHAPTER THREE
KAT
Oh my God.
If I had a pitchfork, I would’ve stabbed him, then hung his corpse in the cattle field.
Okay, that’s extreme, but he gets me so fired up with his condescending attitude and rude comments. He has every right to be upset with me, but Lord, it’s been six months. I would think he’d be over it by now.
Apparently not.
I could be the bigger person and apologize to end our little spats, but I refuse to stroke his ego. Especially after he criticized my pastries. I’m not a spoiled, entitled rich girl like he and half the town think, and I’ve worked my a*s off to prove that.
I opened my bakery without help, then learned how to make delicious muffins that are also healthy. This area has limited places to eat as it is, so offering gluten-free options makes my shop st
