Her Alpha Prince

11

Saturday, Amelia spent the morning at the Doyle farmer's market selling cookies. As usual, she did several demonstrations and sold cookie decorating kits.

"Amelia, we sold out of the chocolate rollouts, the plain sugar flowers, and all the kits," Tom announced at the close of the market. Tom was a twenty-three-year-old graduate student. She'd found him through a bulletin board on the college campus. He had dark brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a lanky build. He reminded her of a boy she knew at the orphanage named Branson. Branson was five years older than her and skinny as a beanstalk. Tom was working his way through school to become a lawyer. Amelia did what she could to pay him a decent wage. It was a reason she took so long to leave her job. She wanted to make sure she had the funds to pay him.

"Thanks, Tom. Those kits always sell out. I will have to bring more next week," she answered, packing away the few items she had left.

"My sisters would love those." She turned to see Tom thinking through an idea.

"Come back to the apartment with me and I'll give you three to take home," she promised, and his eyes went wide.

"No, Amelia, that is how you make your money," he objected, and she laughed.

"Tom, you've been the best delivery guy a girl could ask for. You've never broken a single cookie, no complaints about your customer service and you help every weekend. Three decorative kits won't hurt my profits. You can pick the cookie flavors too. I made a batch of Hogwarts crests and had extra cookies leftover," she replied, putting her last box on her rolling cart.

"Thanks, Amelia, you are the best. How did the order for Princess Savannah go?" Tom asked, helping her back to her car.

"Not sure yet. The party is today," she replied, nerves settling in her stomach. If Princess Savannah hated her cookies, it would ruin her.

"Let me know the minute you know. It was scary delivering them to her residence. I had to go through four security checks and even then I never saw the princess. I handed them to the housekeeper," Tom explained, and she blanched. What if the housekeeper broke one? Shaking her head, worrying over the uncontrollable was a waste of time. She needed to get home and start on her finances. Every Saturday after the farmer's market, she went through her budget to make sure she was on track. Then she would take inventory and go shopping at the restaurant depot.

"Come on, let's get back to my apartment and I can give you the three decorating kits," she told him, climbing into the car. Tom followed and in no time at all, they were back at her apartment and Tom left with three new decorating kits. Looking at the clock, it was a little after one PM. Amelia thought about Daniel and the gender reveal party he had to be at. She grabbed leftover chicken pasta salad from her fridge and settled at her computer to input her sales for the day and check her finances. To her surprise, this month would be her best yet, and that fourth stand mixer would be next for her to buy. Moving on to her online orders, she gasped when she saw thirty orders in her mailbox. How the heck? She only ever had five at a time max. Going through the orders plenty of them were for kids' birthdays, and a couple of gender reveals, specifically the stork cookies she'd made for Princess Savannah. News sure traveled fast. Checking her phone, she saw the princess had announced she was expecting a boy and there was a picture of her cookies with her company's name underneath. Gasping, she ran down the hall and barged into Kylie's room, only to find Kylie not there.

She looked around the room and noticed Kylie hadn't come home last night. Frowning, she sent a text to Kylie, wondering where she was. It took less than a minute for her to get a response.

I'm with Nick. We spent the night at his place. I'll be home in five minutes. Amelia smiled, thrilled for her friend, she'd been searching for her mate for a long time. Going back into the kitchen, Amelia spent the time she waited for Kylie to come home, writing out a list of ingredients she would need for all of her orders.