Acknowledgements
Imagining and writing this story was a little like baking....A mess in the beginning, flour on the floor, too much sugar, not enough sleep but somehow, with love and patience and something warm rose out of it.
To my readers, thank you for stepping into this little café of mine.
For tasting the sweetness, feeling the slow-burn, and believing in the love between two imperfect people pretending and then discovering something real.
To every barista who smiled through exhaustion, every baker who poured their heart into butter and dough and every artist who stayed unseen this is for you.
To my early readers and friends (you know who you are) Thank you for cheering, critiquing, and reminding me that even cinnamon rolls need editing.
To coffee though Hazel might disagree thank you for fueling my rewrites. And to love, in all its messy, complicated, unexpected forms ....
Thank you for always finding a way, even when the recipe goes wrong.
With flour-dusted affection...Eliana Stephens
All characters, names, events, places, and scenes are purely products of imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
