Gemotions

The article was printed on the front page, and Amelia unfolded it, her eyes scanning the brutal words. The critic had decimated her bakery, dismissing her sourdough as "dense and flavorless." A small smile crept across her face.

She felt a surge of energy she hadn't felt in weeks. She had been worried about losing customers, about the cost of supplies, about the relentless schedule. But this… this was different.

She marched into the back room, already planning the next day's menu. She would challenge the critic, and everyone else who didn't understand her craft. She would bake, and bake, and bake, until her creations were undeniably delicious. She pulled out a fresh sack of flour, feeling the silky powder between her fingers.