A Simple Plan For A Special Day

When I arrived in front of the bakery, I found myself standing far behind; the fierce housewives were here and so were the determined teenagers. My only advantage, I was towering above them all, and I am pretty sure my grumpy morning face kept them from cutting the line. On Christmas day, Chiffon opened her bakery at 6.30 am sharp and closed it at 8 am, so people were always crowded. I arrived at 6 am, yet I was going to suffer in anxiety about getting the plum cake.

"Are you here because you forgot to buy a cake for your wife?" The teen girl with pink hair standing ahead of me asked. I guess to keep the sleep away, a little chit-chat with strangers was fine. I shook my head, and she blushed. "My dad forgot to get the cinnamon rolls for the evening party, which he promised my mom. He is paying me 100 Berries to get them! So I thought..."

"No, I didn't forget. It's a little surprise for my husband; he loves food and looks forward to winter cakes. And today is the only day Chiffon bakes special plum cakes."

"You don't like cakes?

"Not exactly." I was not going to tell her that I had gluten allergies, "But my husband loves them. So I should not stop him from having the best cakes in town."