Little Red Riding Kiss

Every one has there own version of a story. Mines slightly different from the original. My names rose. Hints why I wear the long red cape. Its been a year since my mother died and still feels like yesterday she was helping me bake. She's actually the one who taught me how to bake. Now I bake a lot more since she died. It keeps my mind off the thought of her. My grandma is all the family I have now. She lives about a mile into the woods. I try to visit her at least twice a week. Not every one goes into the woods. There's an old tale of The Big Bad Wolf who ate my grandma. Now men from my village go out hunting them. The truth is she's still living. The real story is one day just before sun set I decided to bake some muffins and take them to her. About half way into the woods I notice a handsome guy in the distance running onto a hill top. I thought he was hurt so I followed. When I got a closer look he turned into an all white wolf with gold eyes. He noticed I saw so he told me not to t