For a moment, Elena froze. Miss Anne.

Her heart skipped. Of all people, she was the last person Elena expected to see there. She almost screamed out of shock, but quickly held herself together and forced a calm smile. Wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron, walked toward her and gave her a gentle hug.

“Miss Anne! What a surprise,” Elena said, trying to sound normal even though her chest tightened a bit.

“I know, dear,” she said with that same charming, practiced smile. “I ...