~ Twenty-Eight - Season III ~

As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the bakery, I immediately stepped out and approached the chauffeur.

Sternly, I instructed, “ Should my family ask for my whereabouts, you are to tell them that I am in the process of choosing a new horse. You are forbidden to tell them the truth.”

“As you wish, Your Highness,” he bowed.

After I gave my permission, he left. I proceeded into the bakery and as expected, it was filled with the townspeople. Those who preferred the rushed orders lined up until the door. By far, this was one of the busiest days I witnessed in this bakery.

“Robert!” a voice surfaced from the noisy, crowded shop. I looked around and found Grandpa Ben as he waved from the counter.

I smiled and returned a wave.

Grandpa Ben gestured for me to come closer before he patted an unoccupied seat.

Gently, I pushed through the crowd. I didn’t want to bump into anyone, especially the workers. As soon as I reached the counter, I greeted, “Hello, Grandpa Ben.”

We shook hand