Chapter 15: The Final Crust
The morning sun rose over the city, casting a brilliant, unobstructed light across the bustling streets, washing away the remnants of yesterday’s rain. At the newly rebranded Independent Bakers Guild—formerly the Vance Culinary Institute—the bronze letters bearing Margaret’s name had been completely chiseled off the limestone facade, leaving behind a clean, smooth surface ready for a new chapter. Inside, the classrooms were filled not with elite socialites chasing prestige, but with young, passionate apprentices learning the unglamorous, foundational art of baking from scratch.
Across town, Julian Vance stood behind the counter of his bakery, adjusting his white chef coat as the morning bell chimed and the first customers of the day filtered in. His hands were steady, his expression calm, anchored by the quiet satisfaction of a legacy built not on stolen recipes and
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