The Unseeing Heart

Previously

…As Elias practically floated back to his own bakery, a triumphant grin plastered on his face, Beatrice was busy carefully arranging a display of delicate fruit tarts. She watched Elias through the window, a quiet observer of his latest romantic escapade. She knew Anya’s words, though laced with her usual pragmatism, held a sliver of something Elias couldn’t quite grasp. A shared curiosity, perhaps. Or maybe, just maybe, the faintest hint of a bud of something more, waiting for the right conditions to bloom. The sugar, spice, and scorn of their rivalry were, it seemed, slowly beginning to mix into something far more complex.