chapter 58

Alana’s point of view. After wrapping up my impromptu therapy session with my mother, I was back to the grind at work, tasked with scheduling new meetings and managing the increasing workload on my own since I had yet to find a suitable assistant. I had planned to interview a few candidates during the second half of my day. My heels clicked on the office floor as I made my way to the printer, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited for the freshly printed papers, essential for the meetings later. A soft knock on my office door interrupted my wait, and I turned to find my father standing there, holding a familiar purple bag. "Hello, Alana." "Hello, Dad. What have you got there?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by the bakery's distinctive bag. "Your mom said you sounded like you needed a pick-me-up," he explained, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes. It was clear he had only recently been informed about my bakery discovery. "What did you get for me?" "She told me to get the tres l