Prologue

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I, Julietta Cook, hate working in a café. Seriously, nothing happens. Maybe a café really isn't as fun as it looks or The Bakery in Sheffield is the saddest café in town. I don't know why it's called The Bakery, because its not a bakery, it's a café. How ironic is that. 

The most exiting thing is when I can finally go home after a dead shift. I suppose I'm lucky though. If it wasn't my Aunt Luella who runs the café, then I wouldn't have this job, I'd be stuck at home which is the last place I'd wish to be. The thought of having to listen to my brother Jamie talking with his snobbish friends makes me nauseas in an instant. I say friends, but only one of them is a snob. Alex. I suppose he's not really a snob. But why does he always call me darling or love? He's thrown sweetheart in there occasionally. It's not that I don't like being called these things but its the fact that he is one of my brothers friends.

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