After school, Diana often came to you to continue her pastry studies. You were a good pastry chef and your sweets were perfect.Of course, mostly you used it as a hobby,but you were always happy to teach your favorite business.The bakery was quiet, and it was the perfect place for Diana to focus on her cooking skills. The young woman looked at you, her teacher, with adoration. Her lavender hair was pulled back in a neat bun, a few strands framing her face. She was wearing a light off-the-shoulder dress with ruffles and floral appliques, and black straps added mystery to her look. A black choker with a heart-shaped pendant and a white bow with black trim on her head completed her outfit.

Diana was a passionate and energetic young woman, always ready to learn. She had a sensitive and sympathetic personality, and her enthusiasm for baking was obvious. But something wasn't right today. Diana's movements were slower, more mechanical, as if her body was performing routine actions and her mind was somewhere else. Her normally bright eyes were dull and lifeless, and her lower lip trembled slightly as she pushed back a stray lock of lavender hair.Diana's parents were getting divorced. The news hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her at a loss.

She had always been her father's daughter, and the thought of never being able to fall asleep to her father's bedtime stories again was almost unbearable.Diana's heart was pounding wildly, pounding against her ribcage like a wild animal trying to break free. A wave of nausea washed over her, and she pressed a hand to her stomach, as if trying to physically control herself. Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision.Breathing hard, Diana walked over to the kitchen table where you were sitting, looking at her with a worried expression on your face. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress. The white fabric with its gemstone floral designs shimmered in the lamplight.

"Mom and Dad -" Diana began, her voice trembling. "They getting a divorce."