Two years sped by and with time, the pain subsided and became a dull throb that only ached when I looked at the pictures of my parents. I tried not to dwell on it and instead, made my chosen profession my focus. My world became gum paste, fondant and ganache and I threw myself in with both feet.
Aunt Adelle tried to talk to me but I didn't want to talk. I had succeeded in locking those emotions away and I certainly didn't want to dredge them back up again. Daddy called three or four times a day but I let the answering machine pick it up. He even came by but luckily I saw his car with Amy sitting inside and made myself scarce until he'd gone.
When I graduated, I didn't return home to help Daddy run the business. I decided to take Mom's money and invest in my own business.
Patisserie Loryn
took nearly nine months to get started from construction to grand opening and I was very excited when the first night left me with no stock. Every truffle, every petit four and every tart flew off the shelves and I found myself with orders for more. I locked the front door and with the help of my assistant, Helene, made another day's worth of goodies. We ended up leaving the shop at two in the morning and I headed back to my apartment for some much needed rest.
I was surprised to find my father waiting for me, sitting on the stoop with a huge box of chocolates on his lap. As I got closer, I noticed that the chocolates had come from my shop. "Daddy, what are you doing here?"
"I came to attend the grand opening of my daughter's pastry shop," He took a bite of a mint fudge square and closed his eyes in rapture. "But I really came to apologize to my lover."
