Fifty eight

•Emma•

I settled into my new job surprisingly well. Since I knew how to tend and serve drinks from working in the restaurant, I got into a turn behind the counter and learned how to make coffee while my mom was in the back with Mrs. Ford while they both worked in the kitchen to perfect mom's recipes, which had become a bestseller in just the months that we’ve been here.

Life was simple and not as complicated as it was in New York; it was quiet, and people were friendly. A lot admired me and called me pretty with a pregnant glow, even though some still asked for the father. When I didn’t answer, they got the hint but didn’t judge.

My thoughts were interrupted by the jingle of the café bell, and it opened up to a familiar face; he was tall and had one of everyone’s dreams, as well as my employer’s son, Eric Ford.

And he had been making his visits more frequent, even though he had work in other branches. Like I said before, Mrs. Ford was very humble not to tell me how they had a chain s