Chapter One
Mal
The gilded chocolate stars balanced on these glittering anniversary cupcakes might look a bit over the top.
The clients had specifically requested my signature cream cheese frosting topped with edible gold leaf. And that may be enough to impress their guests tonight. But, to my mind, nothing is too much for a 50th wedding anniversary celebration and vow renewal. And the 70-year-old bride did tell me not to hold back if I felt like taking it up a notch.
I sigh wistfully as I wipe my hands on my apron and look at my sparkling achievements laid out on my kitchen counter.
When I met with this wonderful couple last month to plan out the event, I noticed how the man held the door open and pulled out his wife’s chair for her.
Even if I don’t need a man to do those things for me, I still hope one day I’ll find someone who looks at me the way he looks at her.
I let my mind wander while I wash my hands in the sink and look at the note of the day that my daughter Shelby has taped to the window in front of me.
“Don’t forget to rest and drink some water, Mumsy. I love you.” I laugh at her silly nickname for me. It’s hard on me, sometimes, knowing how much of her sporting events I have had to miss because I’ve been building this business. This afternoon, she’s off to field hockey practice, and will catch a ride home with one of the players who has a driver’s license. I’ve raised a pretty independent kid, and now at 15, she looks after me even better than I look after her sometimes.
It would be nice to get sweet notes like this from a man one day. Or dirty notes. I wouldn’t mind that at all.
The knocking on the back door snaps me out of my daydream. I look at the screen door and see it’s my neighbor Meredith, a fellow Greenbridge Academy mom.
I smile and invite her in.
“Just finishing up the works for a party tonight.” I chatter as I box up all my creations and stack the boxes by the back door to await delivery. “Make yourself at home; there’s fresh coffee.”
Meredith looks uncharacteristically nervous as she pours herself a mug. She needs something but is hesitating.
“What’s happening with you?”
I load the dishwasher while she talks, smirking to myself. You’d think someone who likes to drop in would offer to help me around the kitchen. But that’s Meredith.
“Got any good PTA gossip for me?” I ask while I rinse the icing bowls.
“Actually I do. Have you seen the new English teacher?”
I shake my head as I carry on with my work. I barely keep up with what goes on at that school. Parents are supposed to be super involved, but as a single mom trying to build a business, it’s impossible.
“Well, he is a stone cold fox,” she remarks.
I turn to examine Meredith’s face. She’s wagging her eyebrows suggestively at me.
I laugh her off. “I’m too busy for a boyfriend,” I say.
She scoffs. “I wasn’t thinking of you going out with him. I was thinking a little snack for me.” I start the dishwasher and turn back to her, confused. “But you’re married,” I say. I should not be surprised. She is a huge flirt and isn’t subtle about it.
She cocks her head at me as if to remind me that I should know better than to bring up her marriage to her much older husband.
I put up my hands. “Look, if you’re gonna mess around on Dr. Brown, I don’t want to know about it.”
Dr. Brown been really good for business since I bought the little house next door. He’s kind and too old to still be practicing medicine. And whenever he finishes his rounds at the hospital late at night, I sneak him cookies through the kitchen window when Meredith is asleep, because she forbids him to eat sugar. And his word of mouth about my business is priceless.