Baguette mystery

Previously

…I thanked Mrs. Higgins, my mind a whirlwind of speculation. The shadowy figure, the elusive apprentice, the long-held grudge. It all pointed to Flicker, a ghost from Antoine’s past, now haunting my present. I had to find him, not just to retrieve my recipe, but to understand the full scope of this tragic tale, a tale woven from flour, ambition, and the enduring pain of a forgotten slight. The competition was still tomorrow, but the real battle, I realized, had already begun. And it was a battle for the truth, as much as it was for the Golden Whisk.