Slowly, Alana stepped out of the car and faced a bakery that wasn't too big or too small, with few customers. Alana couldn't tell if it was still early in the morning or not, and it seemed odd that the bakery was quiet during this time. Could it be what Pedro mentioned earlier, that the bakery was on the verge of bankruptcy?

"Huff," Alana let out a long breath. What had possessed her to take on the task of managing this bakery? How could she manage it when she didn't even know much about baking issues?

"All right, Alana, you're already here. You can do this," Alana reassured herself while...