The delicious warmth of the bakery kissed her cheeks like an old friend, cinnamon, nutmeg, rich butter, and a hint of honey enveloping her first. With all the high class of a farm girl, she gaped at the rows of sweets. The baker stood smiling at her with a hand on one hip. She was a woman well-on in years, but the vibrancy she exuded was breathtaking.