Daylight

09 | Love

Madonna stared at the bakery, standing in front of the small store, staring at herself from the reflection of the glass wall where a few pastries were displayed from the inside.

How did she end up here?

All her life, she had silver –gold spoons in her mouth. She lived in a huge mansion, in an estate that her family had owned for years. She had everything she wanted and all of that went down the drain just because of an innocent girl.

No, all of that went downhill because she chose to remarry. But who could ever fault her? It was for the sake of her own daughters. It was to ensure they'll be able to live a high social life and marry noble men, princes or kings even.

She didn't want any of this, she hated just the thought of her working, getting her hands dirty, working in a crappy and small bakery. She hated the thought of having to wear aprons, to wake up early every single day to work, to serve people.

She hated having to socialize herself to these people she barely even knew. The only person she knew in this town was Caroline but she knew the brunette won't always be around to help her, she also had her own life. She was already kind enough to teach her girls french lessons, to find her a job, to make her feel all those things.

Speaking of Caroline, the door to the bakery opened with a ring of a bell on top of it. Madonna switched her gaze from the glass to the brunette woman who grinned brightly at the sight of her.

"Donna!" Caroline greeted.

Madonna nodded, flashing a small smile as she stepped towards the door "Caroline." she couldn't remember when Caroline started calling her that nickname but she didn't mind, she liked it.

The people back in the city always called her by her earned title –Lady Tremaine. Never her first name or any nickname. Her blood boiled whenever someone doesn't adress her properly but with Caroline, there was none of that. Only a warm feeling in her chest.

Call her biased or favorable but it was true.

Caroline was her exception to everything.

"Come, Madame Sal and I were just expecting you. I hope your travel was well?" Caroline stepped back, opening the door further to let her in.

The fiery woman nodded once more, since Caroline had to leave early this morning, Madonna had to travel to town on her own "It went well, I am here, aren't I?" she said with a smile.

Caroline chuckled, closing the door behind her before grabbing Madonna's hand, sliding their fingers together, tugging her forward "Yes and I am glad you're here. Madame Sal!" they rounded behind the counter and into the kitchen.

Madonna stared at their hands, a cheeky smile settling on her lips. They held each other without any malice, their grip to each other so gentle and carefree. It felt like they were living in their own little world, without having to deal with the foul stares and comments of strangers.

"Madame Sal! Madonna is here!"

The same old and short woman stood behind one of the kitchen counters, rolling a newly made dough against the surface with flour all over her hands and clothes. The woman never looked up from her work, only waving a dismissive hand.

Caroline sighed "She does not like to be bothered when working." she turned to Madonna "Madame Sal and I have decided that you will not work in the kitchen, that is a job for her and I."

Madonna blinked "Then where would I?" it was probably because of her incident in the kitchen where she burned her hand and Caroline had to tend to her and take over her work.