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Slowly, Alana exits the car and stands in front of a not-too-large cake shop. The shop seems devoid of customers. Alana contemplates, perhaps it's too early, or maybe it's already noon, while the cake shop is usually bustling. Is this what Pedro meant by saying the shop is almost bankrupt?

"Huff," Alana exhales a long breath. Why did she agree to manage this shop? She herself doesn't know much about the cake business.

"Alright, Alana, it's already done. You can handle it," she says to herself while patting her arms. Alana steps towards the shop, slowing down as she stands in front of the glass door with a sign that says "open."

Before opening the door, Alana takes a breath and opens it carefully. "Good afternoon, can we help you?" greets a waitress after Alana enters.

Alana observes the not-so-spacious room. "Oh, I'm Alana, the wife—"

"Are you Mr. Leo's wife?" the waitress interrupts, making Alana nod, and the waitress stumbles.

"Sorry, ma'am, I didn't recognize you," she apologizes.