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will be okay.” She walked over to a group of large, square containers. “See these things? This is where we keep the fondant.”
    I frowned. “What’s fondant?”
    Thyme laughed. “Well, think of it as an edible icing that allows you to sculpt cakes to look however you wish. The possibilities are endless, but only if your imagination is as well. Angelica created a special recipe for her fondant. Most people use sugar and water and work with just that, but she added something that brings her cakes to life in ways other stores just can’t.”
    Confused once again, I looked at Thyme and shrugged. A wave of nausea hit me as I came face to face with reality: I was going to have to live up to Aunt Angelica’s customers’ high expectations, despite the fact that I could not boil an egg without making it explode.
    “You seem to be stressing yourself out over trivial things,” Thyme said, oblivious to my distress. “Your aunt left this store to you for a reason, Amelia. There’s something about her that you should know. This store meant the world to her. It was everything to that woman. She wouldn’t have left something so precious to you if she didn’t have complete faith in you.” Thyme smiled widely.
    Aunt Angelica left the store to me because I was her only living relative , I thought, but aloud said, “That’s easier said than done,” thinking about my ex-boyfriend and how my failure at baking had sent him to the hospital with food poisoning.
    “Nonsense. But anyway, let’s get back to business. These containers are where we store the fondant that we make for the day. It’s usually one of the first things we do in the morning. We have to make enough to last throughout the entire day. Oh, and never refrigerate it. I accidentally did that once and Aunt Angelica was not happy,” Thyme said with a laugh. “Anyway, always seal it tightly in Saran wrap or a Ziploc bag. Then, just toss it in these air-tight containers and it’ll be good for the day.”
    I took mental notes of each thing that Thyme explained to me, but trying to remember minor steps and details had always been a difficult task for me. “Okay, got it. Is there anything else I should know?”
    Thyme laughed. “How about actually learning to bake?”
    My face went blank as I realized what was about to happen. “Now?”
    “Duh. The most important part about running a cake store is making the cakes,” Thyme said with a chuckle. “Let’s see what we have on the itinerary today.” She walked over to the countertop and pulled open one of the drawers. I peered over her shoulder and saw that it was actually a filing cabinet. “These are the orders that need to be made today,” Thyme said, as she pulled out a sheet of paper and handed to me.
    I looked over the order and noticed the customer’s name at once. “We’re making a cake for that guy?”
    Thyme grinned. “Brant McCallum? Yes, he’s getting married soon, so we’re in charge of the wedding cake.”
    I wrinkled my forehead and sighed. “I’ve only met him at Aunt Angelica’s funeral, but he seems like a bit of a creep.”
    “Well, he’s not exactly the nicest guy in town, but he’s a customer so we have to pretend we like him even if we don’t. We won’t have to deal with him much longer, though, so don’t worry about that. Today we’re just going to make a sampler so he and his fiancée can pick out which cake they want for the big day.”
    “Oh,” I said, looking back down at the sheet of paper. The instructions were concise and the list of ingredients was carefully typed in bold print. “I already have a bad feeling about this,” I said.
    “No need,” Thyme insisted. “Just pay attention to what I do. I’ll do it all.”
    I nodded with relief and watched as Thyme sprang into action. She darted around the kitchen, choosing various ingredients from the shelves and spice racks. She pulled open one of the cabinets under the countertop and selected a few baking utensils