After Three Years In My Bakery He Tried To Sell It Behind My Back

to people who wanted excuses. Hard enough that my heel caught the edge of the stone courtyard fountain.

There was one breathless second when the ballroom lights, Allison’s white dress, my mother’s blue silk, and the gold invitation still tucked in my clutch all blurred together.

Then cold water swallowed me whole.

When I surfaced, the first thing I heard continue reading …