AMELIA
"We are almost done, madam. Would you like to see it now?"
"Of course."
As I left my office, I gestured for the man to lead the way.
"Please, watch your step," he advised as we moved around the bakery.
I was already doing so. I moved slowly, carefully stepping around the bits and pieces of paper, paint, glue, and tools littering some parts of the floor. Workers moved around the place, hard at work on the alterations I wanted. I nodded in satisfaction when I saw the wallpaper they had put up in the showroom. The place looked warmer and more inviting, exactly how I wanted it to be.
I never imagined that Damian would buy me a bakery. I didn’t think he paid any attention to what I liked, but he surprised me.
"Everything is perfect," I told the worker. "Oh, and... have you moved
