"If you stare at that dough any harder, Amara, I think it might actually start baking itself," Pearl teased. She nudged my arm gently.
The bell above the bakery door had only just stopped ringing after Malachi and Declarn left. They had to go to his afternoon meetings with the town officials. The moment the heavy wooden door shut behind the crown prince and his butler, the quiet feeling in the shop vanished. Three pairs of eyes turned completely on me.
"I am not staring at it," I mumbled. My face felt warm as I picked up a wooden spoon. I started mixing the bowl of sugar glaze much faster than I needed to. "I am just focusing on the festival prep. We have a lot of work to do if we want to be ready for tomorrow morning."
"Oh, please," Pearl laughed. She pulled a tray of unbaked cinnamon rolls toward herself. "The only thing you're focusing on is the fact that a certain handsome merchant's son is going to be sleeping just a few feet away from your room for the next four days."
