As Rain stepped out of the car and headed toward the bakery, she felt a sense of excitement bubbling up inside her. The store was quaint, with a warm, inviting aroma of freshly baked goods wafting through the air.
She carefully selected an assortment of tarts, ensuring to pick out the lemon ones that she knew her father-in-law favoured. But she didn't stop there—she added a variety of other delicacies, hoping to surprise him with some new treats.
When she returned to the car, Alexander stood close behind her, his presence almost overwhelming. As she placed the box of treats in the back seat, she felt his breath on her ear as he whispered, "How did you know he likes them?"
Rain turned slightly, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "He mentioned it to me once. Your father is quite the talker when he wants to be. During our last conversation, he practically told me everything he likes and dislikes."
