Chapter 1

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I want to thank pockyjin for this awesome cover he created for me.

Ivy's POV

Running a bakery is not as easy as it sounds trust me I know what am talking about. The bakery was packed today because it's a weekend and believe me it's exhausting.

Having only four employees,it's not easy for us during the weekends because of the crowd. My cousin, Marie suggested I hire more people to work for me to reduce workload but I refused it's not like I can't afford them I don't think i need them.

We sold out today so right now i am driving down to Prings to get some items for the bakery and also get groceries. Prings is our town's mall. It's a large mall with a lot of stores and food courts, ball gown shops, Forever 21, Victoria Secret and so on. It's bigger than Walmart.

I pull up in the only parking space i see in the parking lot seeing as it's a Saturday and there's not much parking space because it's full. I remove my key and walk towards the large doors heading straight to The Prings did I forget to mention inside Prings that there's a main shop called Rites? It has everything except for clothes or jewelries. Rites is like a big supermarket.

Walking into Rites, I get the biggest shopping cart and walk to the baking supplies area where I picked up bags of flour, gallons of milk, icing sugar,regular sugar, baking butter, baking soda, baking powder,six bottles of different flavourings and six bottles of food colouring and threw them into the cart. The cart is getting filled up by the time I'm done. Now i'm done with the baking supplies i'm going to start with my grocery shopping.

Starting with the cereal department, i pick up a carton of cornflakes and fruit loops before going to other departments to gather the others.

Walking towards the checkout I bumped into someone I quickly checked my bag looking for my handbook before the person spoke up.

"Are you blind or something?" I continue to look for my book before I felt it in my bag then i bring out a typed piece of paper.

"I'M SORRY" the paper read.

The person stared at me as if I had suddenly grown two heads. I always get this look each time I bring out a paper they stare at me like I have some sort of big problem I can hear you, I'm just mute and I do perfectly well in my condition not like its a condition. I don't consider it a problem or anything. It's who I am.

I began walking pass him before he stopped me. I notice he has a guilty expression on. Using his hands to do certain things I don't understand but I think it's a failed attempt of sign language not like I understand it.

I scribbled some words on my notebook before showing him " I CAN HEAR YOU. I AM NOT DEAF"

He shot me an apologetic look before saying " I'm sorry i didn't mean to be rude. it's been a really bad day for me"

"IT'S OKAY" I scribbled giving him a soft smile before walking pass him going towards the cash register thankfully this one had only two people.

After ten minutes it was finally my turn I placed all my items down which believe me is a whole lot.

"That would be three hundred and forty five dollars and fifty cents ma'am" the petite woman told me i simply nodded my head before giving her my card then placing all my packed items into the cart.

Walking towards my car, I notice a black Lamborghini park behind my car and I rushed to the car trying to stop him but he didn't even spare me a glance. Rude.

He came out of his car and I follow him trying to explain to him. I put my two palms together to form a please but he ignored me and continued walking until I touched him "What do u want?" He hissed.

Holding my notebook I was about writing something down before he spoke up again " How could a beautiful girl like you be begging in a place like this?"He snapped before walking away.

I stood there dumbfounded. What?

Author's note:
I wrote this book in 2018, published it then unpublished it. I'm thinking of going back to writing so i came back to wattpad to re-write all my books with my newfound adult sense😂. Enjoy.

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