The Baker and The Grump

It was 2 AM, and neither of them could sleep. They’d tried. Bash had gone back to his apartment around […]

Three weeks after the festival, Ivy had a breakdown. Not a panic attack. Not stress-baking. A full, complete, everything-is-too-much breakdown.

The Fall Food Festival was everything Willowbrook had promised and more. Main Street was transformed. Booths lined every block, offering

The festival was perfect. Too perfect. Bash and Ivy’s demonstration had gone flawlessly. The crowd loved them. The desserts sold

Mrs. Fletcher cornered Bash on Friday afternoon. He was carrying supplies to his car when she appeared seemingly from nowhere—a

Leo had always been friendly. That’s what Ivy told herself when he started bringing her coffee every morning. When he

One week before the festival, and Ivy’s anxiety was reaching new heights. She stress-baked seventeen dozen cookies. Made bread she

The week after the review published was chaos. Good chaos, but chaos nonetheless. Sweet Haven had lines wrapped around the

The week between the interview and the publication of the review was the longest week of Ivy’s life. She and

The testing session started innocently enough. Bash had texted her at noon: Need to test the bread pudding one more