EPILOGUE
PAISLEY JACOBS
Angelina
I ’ m standing in the kitchen of my new bakery, Cupcake
Heaven , decorating the strawberry cupcakes I baked with my mom
when I hear the bells jingle from the door opening. Nico approaches
me, and I take the chance to smear pink icing on his nose. He wipes
it off and puts his finger into his mouth.
“ Delicious,” he says.
He leans in and whispers in my ear so my mom can ’ t hear.
“ I ’ d rather have a taste of you. ”
He grabs a few of our messy dishes and puts them in the
sink. Then he rolls the long sleeves of his button-up and starts hand
washing them. He does this often, coming in his free time to help
me out with my business, as if buying me a building wasn’t helpful
enough.
As soon as my mom catches him cleaning, she objects.