Where Her Heart Leads

Previously

…Elara nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “May the best pie win.” But as Liam walked away, Elara couldn’t shake the feeling that the contest, and the blue ribbon, were no longer the only things on her mind. And the sweetness she was beginning to taste wasn’t just the promise of perfectly baked blueberries; it was something far more complex, and far more, wonderfully, terrifyingly, delicious. The chaos of Bartholomew had, in its own peculiar way, opened a door, and Elara found herself stepping through it, not with dread, but with a surprising, burgeoning sense of anticipation. The prize might be a blue ribbon, but the real victory, she suspected, might be something else entirely.