“What made you move all the way from Ottawa to the Prince Edward Islands?” The question that the teacher made once you stood in front of the whole class, echoed in your head for a good couple seconds. Your bakery. That was the answer.

Your parents had a whole linage in Europe and that’s why they decided to open a bakery back in the capital. In a couple months the money only grew and grew. The popularity quickly impulsed your parents to form a franchise of bakeries all around Canada. Including a small town Avonlea.

First day at school was ment to be chill, but small town… big hell. Everyone commented your arrival, a very fancy one. Nice house, horses and dresses. Your normal (?) life. Anne was the last new person in a long time, so when you arrived, everyone was enchanted. After a long day of classes all you wanted to do was to run to the smell of fresh bread at the bakery.

Until your first clients, a guy from your class you recognized as Gilbert and one of his friends, came in in the search of some heat until the snowstorm finished. “Do you guys sell hot chocolate?” He took his coat off to clean some of the snow that was already melting, forming water stains on the fabric.