❝We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on... that's who we really are.❞
After the tragic death of her parents in a car crash, Francesca Knight starts up a bakery, Sweet Dreams, to provide for her litt...
"The ones that love us never really leave us, you can always find them in here." ♡
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With shaky hands, Francesca locked the door to the bakery.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Sarah asked, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Francesca shook her head. "Not right now."
After the man brought up that nonsense, Francesca was startled, to say the least. He was a stranger, he shouldn't have known anything about her, much less her family. She didn't really give him a chance to explain himself, but how could she? Surely, he must've been some kind of stalker, talking about her parents like that. It was good that she kicked him out when she did, every second with him in the house was another second Francesca put Everly in danger. He could have been a murderer, for all she knew.
"That's fine," Sarah replied, cutting off her train of thought. Switching the subject, she said, "Everly's in bed, for real this time."
Francesca laughed. "I can't believe she called him a homeless man."
"I know," Sarah agreed. "She's getting so bold!" The two worked together to finish closing the bakery for the night, organizing pastry boxes and ingredients that had been left out in the kitchen. Francesca replayed the scene in her head. The crash outside the bakery, all of his wounds. No accident could cause a few of those, but she held her tongue. She needed to heal him, and that was all that mattered. She did her part.
Francesca sat down at the small wooden table in her kitchen. She cleaned up Everly's leftovers, grabbing herself a piece of pizza in the process. A knock at the door notified Francesca of Sarah's presence.
"Hey," Sarah said, standing in the doorway, "can I come in?"
Francesca nodded, pulling out a chair for her friend.
"How are you feeling? Considering what happened earlier and all..."
She sighed. "I'm alright, just a little shaken up. It's not every day a man almost dies in your bakery."
"Good thing you were there to help him. I sure wouldn't have been able to." Sarah flashed her a sad smile. "I've never really envied my brother until now."
Sarah and her older sister, Evelyn, were both squibs. Considered outsiders to both their wizard and muggle counterparts, Francesca recalled Sarah telling her that she never really fit in anywhere. That was until she stumbled across Francesca's bakery two years prior, after Evelyn had moved off to America to pursue a career in business. During her childhood, her parents favored her brother, due to his magical abilities, but Sarah didn't let that get to her. She just accepted it.
Francesca realized she wasn't the only one affected by their bloody encounter with the man. It wasn't the blood that fazed her, anyway. Her mum was a healer at St. Mungo's before she died, and Francesca had built up a tolerance for seeing injuries over the years. Sarah, however, lived a life where most wounds were minor and healed by magic.
