He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. “We don’t have to decide anything right now. I want you to focus on your career for now. Quit your job and start your bakery course. Make sure you land the job of your dreams. Let’s wait until you take care of all the things in the future. If you feel like you
Nicola Taylor A couple of weeks passed, each day bringing a renewed sense of clarity and purpose. The day I had been eagerly awaiting finally arrived, and Cole had kept his promise to support me as I prepared to embark on this exciting new chapter. As we drove to the hotel management institute, a
Nicola Taylor A couple of weeks had passed, and my baking classes were going splendidly. The initial excitement had settled into a comfortable routine, and I was thriving in my new environment. Bella had managed to adjust to her new teacher, and the fact that she no longer had to share me with cla
Nicola Taylor I was in my element, thoroughly decorating my opera gateau with layers of rich, glossy chocolate and delicate coffee-flavoured mousse. Each stroke of the spatula was a dance, a testament to the skills I’d honed over the past few weeks. The cake was turning out beautifully, the gloss
“You know, Mr. Paterson, I’ve heard of tough love, but this is just rude. If you’ve got an issue with me, maybe you should address it like an adult instead of hiding behind ‘constructive criticism.” Mr. Paterson’s lips twitched, though whether it was a smile or a grimace, I couldn’t tell. “Maybe I
Nicola Taylor I got home before Arabella did, relishing the quietness of the house. Tossing my bag on the couch, I headed straight to the kitchen, craving something cold. I grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge and took a long, satisfying sip. The cool liquid felt refreshing after a long da
I took a deep breath and glared at him. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” “Well, most men do it. Even I have done it. That’s why I know what he’s thinking. So please tell him you’re married so he will back off and you can go back to just learning,” he said, meeting my glare with equal
Nicola Taylor I carefully packed the delicious donuts I made in class today, deliberately choosing a Moana theme to delight Arabella. The donuts were vibrant, decorated with little edible characters and tropical colours, and I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she saw them. As I was f