This was my dream. To win. My bakery was at stake and I have everything to lose. I didn’t realize that meant my heart as well.

Justin was a an Italian baker who had recently opened a shop a town over from mine. It was destiny some would say that we would not only be competing for costumers but also 1000 dollars in prize money.

The thing is I have never met him before only heard his name and the awe that comes from his baking skills.

I come up to the competition ready to beat the renounced baker only to find a modest man who also has his bakery on the line. And he is also good looking?