Gemotions

The old wooden floorboards of Ella's bakery creaked under her weight as she bustled about, arranging a fresh batch of croissants. Her heart was light, filled with a sense of excitement. Her pastries, once a well-kept secret of "Ella's Elegance," were now being lauded across town as "Madame Evangeline's Exquisite Eats."

She had perfected those flaky layers. The exact oven temperature, the precise timing... It was her masterpiece. She'd been certain her secret was safe.

She watched the people walking up and down the street. She thought about what she could do. Perhaps she should change things up. Yes, she would go to her bakery and make some more.