Kit pulled her hair back into a bun and strapped on her apron. Layla and Jane exchanged serious looks as they helped Kit prepare everything for the bread. “Yesterday better not have been a fluke,” Kit muttered darkly and then shooed her sisters away so she could concentrate. Layla prepared her dough for cinnamon rolls while Jane began her cupcakes. She put on a play list of all their favorite music to ease the tension. As she danced around the kitchen to the Lumineers and Imagine Dragons, she felt a strange peace settle around her. Life wasn’t easy, disasters happened, hearts were broken and mended and stress never went away, but in the midst of everything, she was okay. If she and her sisters could be up at 5am in the morning, singing and dancing and baking, then life was pretty good. After getting the display cases stocked, Jane and Kit went to do the bread delivery. Layla stayed back to open the bakery on her own.
