Trouble

Mariela's POV

"What are we going to do, Kent?" I asked as we made our way to the living room.

"Relax, Ella, leave everything to me," he responded as he squeezed my hand.

"What is your plan for today?" He asked.

"I will go to your house to meet your mom. We will go downtown since she told me there is a vacant space at one of the galleries suitable for my cafe." I replied.

"Wow! That would be great. I think you will nail it, Ella; you are a great pastry chef, and to be honest, we all miss your bread, cakes, and cookies." He started, and I couldn't stop smiling at him.

"Your pastries have different tastes; it is something we had been looking for around here, but it seems you have your magic regarding your baking." He said I could feel my face blushing since I am not so used to compliments.