Christmas Eve

Gustaf

I was just getting out of the shower after another night in the kitchen. I felt frustrated in my role, of course, it was always great to work in a kitchen, but I couldn't progress.

In this respect, I envied Izzy, who at such a young age already ran her own kitchen, while I, at thirty-five, couldn't even become the restaurant's patissier, settling for being just another pastry chef, despite being responsible for creating more than half of the place's current desserts.

But I knew that I just needed a little patience, and in a few months I'd have saved enough to buy the place I wanted so much and start renovating it to set up my own patisserie, as I'd told Isabelle I would.

Isabelle...

How could someone have affected me so much in such a short period of time? After everything that happened with Pernilla, I thought I'd never fall in love with anyone again. But every moment with Izzy, I felt more complete. It was no longer as if a part of me was missing.

But I couldn't forget that s