Elena’s fingers moved swiftly across the notepad, jotting down the precise details of the second order— birthday cake for the little boy, the flavor, the size, the cartoon character icing, the pick-up time. Her mind was already calculating ingredient amounts, oven time, and how she and her mom could balance this with the orders they had just sent out. The kitchen smelled faintly of vanilla and cinnamon, still lingering from the freshly baked small chops that had gone out earlier. The warm, ...