She then rose to greet the guests who had just arrived.

Giselle’s expression froze for a moment before she broke into a smile.

“Once you’ve endured the bitter, the sweet comes easier,” she thought to herself.

She took another sip of her bitter coffee, but this time a surge of warmth flooded through her—courtesy of her grandmother’s love.

As the cafe hummed with increased activity, her grandmother scurried about, attending to patrons. Meanwhile, Giselle ...