Chapter 4
Dylan smiled happily at the beautiful painting of nine ballerinas. The framed painting had been delivered sometime around nine in the morning, but he was too busy with the baking to fully appreciate it. He had only signed to accept the delivery and put the painting away behind the counter.
Then the lunch crowd had descended on him and he was kept busy for almost two whole hours. By the time he managed to take a breather and admired the painting itself, it was already half-past one in the afternoon. It was an exquisite painting. He then looked at the entrance to the bakery when he heard the tinkling sound of the bell.
“Hey, Aaron.”
“That’s from your secret admirer,” Aaron stated flatly.
“Yeah,” he responded with a small grin.
He showed Aaron the picture on the latest postcar
