Freya’s P.O.V

**After Five Years**

The scent of warm bread and sweet pastries filled the entire bakery as I slid a tray of freshly baked Cinnamon rolls into the cooling rack and at that moment, a smile spread across my face as I removed the apron and heaved an exasperated sigh. 

I had received countless orders today and if it weren’t for my assistant, Hannah, I don't know what I would have done without her. 

“Hannah, I need to leave right now. I will be back in the next hour, can you handle all the work until I get back” I said, ticking the boxes in the notepad while pushing...