Sienna’s POV

I can tell the day is off to a bad start before it even begins properly. At seven-thirty in the morning, there stands Mrs. Carrington in front of my bakery, clutching a bag of honey wheat bread as though it’s toxic.

"I need a refund," she declares sharply the instant I unlock the door. Her piercing glare cuts right through me. "This bread made my entire family sick."

Shock grips me. "I’m sorry, what?"

"Food poisoning," ...