It had been days of peace in the Qing's family, but in Feng Xuan's head, everything was in chaos. Gretel's was opening. After months of laying it all on the ground, making plans, and making it all come true, she was finally at the end of that line.
"You're going to do great," Qing Chen told her while she she was getting ready that morning. She pulled out the rollers off her head and let her hair fall down.
"I'm so nervous," she laughed. Qing Chen was wearing his usual suit. For today, he used a pink tie and pocketsquare. "I like your tie."
He winked at her. "Thank you." His eyes softened. "You look really beautiful."
"Ha-ha!" she said. Qing Chen had zipped her up in a white tight tube and a pink tulle skirt. "I feel so jittery."
"You're just excited."
"What if they hate it?" she asked herself in the mirror.
"Your cake shop looks amazing. How could anybody hate it?"