The alarm rang loudly against the silence of the dark room. Groaning, Victoria Bronx rolled over and laid her hand hard against the off button. She longs for her snooze button but it no longer works. She rolled onto her back and pulled the covers over her head. Victoria hasn’t ever been a morning person. Her mom had to start waking her up as a child about an hour ahead of time just so she would have time to procrastinate before she got up.
“What are you going to do when you grow up, Vic?”
Her mom would ask. She can still hear her ask that same question. She pushed the covers down and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Her tired feet laid gently on the plush carpet silently searching for her slippers. She yawned and stretched and went to take a shower. Victoria Bronx is 24 years old. A graduate of Miller Culinary School and employed at the local bakery in town-"Sweet Eats". She is everyone’s favorite baker.
She stepped out of the shower and cleaned the fog off of the mirror. Her soft round face and bright, blue eyes looked back at her happily. She had wrapped her chestnut brown hair up into her favorite red towel she was given by her mom on Valentine’s Day. “A red towel to match the blush of your cheeks.” She remembers her mother saying. Victoria has always been a little self conscience because of her weight but she always reminded herself that no one would trust a skinny baker so she felt better about it. She stepped into her closet and chose her outfit of the day. She stood in front of her row of shirts, tapping lightly on her cheek. After a few minutes she chose her burgundy long sleeve top that read “I like big cookies and I cannot lie” in white lettering on the back. She chuckled as she saw it but couldn’t resist. After throwing on a pair of blue jeans and her bakery shoes, she ran a brush through her hair, put on a small amount of make-up and headed out the door. She pulled up in front of "Sweet Eats" and could see they were already busy.
There was already a line that had formed and she was told that several customers had specifically asked for her creations. She rushed to the back, placed her purse and black jacket on the hook by the restroom, and threw her white apron on. Victoria glanced at the list lying at her work station and took a deep breath. "Time to get to work Vic." she said to herself as she gathers everything she needs. She made vanilla cupcakes topped with chocolate icing and cute decorations for a birthday party, a two tiered bridal shower cake adorned with lace and white pearls and dark chocolate peppermint drops for the luncheon being held down on Market street. Each delivery she made that day brought a smile to her face and made all the hard work worth it. By the time the day was over, her hair was tousled and she had more flour and sugar on her than she did anywhere else. She pushed the light blue door open leading to the main area of the bakery and went to make herself a cup of coffee. She sat at a small table near the big front window so she could look out at the people walking by. Everyone who passed her smiled and waved.
"Are you fixing to leave me, Victoria?" she heard a voice say from behind her. She turned around and saw her kitchen manager, Lucas Burrow, standing at the door. She grabbed her cup of coffee and walked over to where he was and she leaned against the curved counter. “Yeah, I guess I better go. But I’ll be here bright and early in the morning.” She smiled as she took a sip of coffee. Lucas Burrow has always been a good friend to her. He was there for all her past relationships that failed and lent her a shoulder to cry on. All the good moments in her life like graduating culinary school and he aided in her getting on at Sweet Eats as a baker. He is truly the best friend that she has ever had. She always knew that she could trust him above all else. He is quiet and simple. That, she l...