Gemotions

The laptop lay open, its screen displaying a chapter titled "The Baker's Wife and the Secret Dough." Amelia’s breath hitched. She shouldn't have been snooping. She hadn’t meant to. But the soft glow of the screen drew her in as she passed by, and now... a whole chapter dedicated to her? The baker's wife, of course, was her. The details... her cinnamon roll recipe, the way she hummed while kneading, the way the flour dusted her cheeks… it was all there, rendered in meticulous prose. Her hands trembled, and she felt a prickling heat rise from her neck to her face.