Florence Baker Novels & Stories

Amalia pouted and they laughed. "You exaggerate mom, you know too well that you're the best baker here in Florence and maybe Italy as a whole. No one comes near your skills". Leniela complemented proudly. It might seem like a flatter but it's the truth. The folks around here all attested to that which is why the bakery has been on for many years now running smoothly. "Ouchh! that hurts" Aldo playfully winced while holding his chest . "Of Course your skills are also top notch Aldo" Leniela said with a wink and they all laughed.

I said softly but there was silence on the other end of the phone before a voice rang out "Please am I onto Miss, Matilda Miller?" A lady's voice rang out making my brow crease together. I stared up at my friend who was staring back at me "What?" Julia mouthed, I shook my head, clearing up my throat "Yes, this is she, who is this?" I asked, my brows creasing together "I'm calling on behalf of the Empire Culinary Association NYC. You've been selected as one of the lucky bakers to compete in our Elite Baking Showcase. Congratulations,"

Just the Golden Book tucked into her belt. “Who are you?” June demanded, trying to hold her ground and keep her voice steady. “And why do you look like me?” “I’m the First Baker,” the woman said. “Some call me your Great-Ancestor. But you can call me Grandmother Avery. Your grandmother was named after me.” “You sent the Auditor,” June snapped, her anger rising. “You let the Market turn our world into a product. You watched my mother die to save the Earth!” The First Baker laughed—dry, hollow. “I didn’t send the Auditor. I built the system he works for. The Earth wasn’t just a product, June. It was an experiment. I wanted to see if a human soul could grow strong enough to survive. And you did