Olivia
The morning had been a whirlwind of excitement and happy moments. I had learned, laughed, and enjoyed myself even more than I ever thought I would. For a moment, it felt as though things were beginning to align; I was finally pursuing something that made me truly happy after all these years, and I was following my dreams.
But then, just as I was walking out into the front area of the bakery to get something for James and Petunia, all of that changed.
I was hardly out of the kitchen for a second before the blinding lights of cameras started flashing, and I was met with a barrage of voices that left me feeling bewildered.
“Luna! Look over here!”
Furrowing my brow, I followed the source of the voices and the flashing lights to see three reporters standing in front of the counter,
