Sienna's POV

After three intense days of preparing, I find myself standing motionless in front of the glass doors to my soon-to-be first bakery chain. The tension in my chest makes my hands tremble as I fumble with the keys. I can barely breathe.

"Feeling nervous?" Damien’s voice cuts through my haze as he suddenly appears beside me, handing me one of two steaming cups of coffee.

"Terrified," I confess, tightly grasping the cup. The warmth radiates through ...