~ Two years later ~
The woman that stared at me through the mirror was different. Her hair was longer, and the light in her eyes had long disappeared and over time she had become a shadow of herself. She hated life and she hated love sometimes but still managed to show up and pretend she was fine.
It was yet another work day.
Two years ago, Donna Carmela helped me start afresh in another country. I found myself in Lisbon, Portugal.
She paid me off with a whooping sum as she promised.
I took the money and built a baking empire for myself, while pretending to not be the owner.
I acted like an employee at one of the outlets and continued to live a seemingly normal life. Only few people knew that I owned the business franchise that was scattered across different cities.
Within what looked like a short span of time, my business had grown bigger than I expected and my recipes were continuously making waves.
