Olivia
Angela’s suggestion took me by surprise. Me? A job? The idea seemed absurd, regardless of how tempting it was.
“Ang, I don’t know,” I began, already justifying all of the reasons why a part-time job wouldn’t work out in my head. “I’ve got the twins, and another baby on the way, and Nathan is always so busy…”
She leveled me with a stern gaze. “Olivia, you’re not just a mom. You're a woman, too. And you deserve to follow your own dreams, dreams that may not necessarily involve your children. You know that, right?”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “But baking is just a hobby of mine. I’m not even really qualified.”
“Olivia, they’re looking for a baking assistant, not a head chef,” Angela teased as she nudged me with her elbow. “Who said you need any specific qualification
