The Unseeing Heart

Previously

…“Elias Thorne,” she said, her voice softer than he’d ever heard it. “Your cake… it’s honest. And it’s delicious.” She paused, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “And I believe,” she added, her gaze meeting his, “that we might have more in common than just a love for baking.” The competition ended. Elias didn’t win first prize. But as he packed up his tools, a new kind of victory bloomed within him. He had faced his insecurities, his blind faith, and had emerged not just a better baker, but a more aware man. And standing beside him, a tentative smile on her face, was Anya. Their rivalry, it seemed, had been the perfect recipe for something far sweeter than they had ever imagined.