The bakery store

Chapter 30

The bakery store

Serkan

Giulia's neighbors were practically adoring my presence in the bakery. They would come in, sometimes alone and sometimes in droves to look at the novelty that was sitting on the till. But when I looked at my fiancée, she had a murderous look on her face. And it wasn't hard to understand why, the girls threw themselves on my lap and I didn't even know why. It could only be the work of Turkish soap operas. Women always think they can have a fairytale love in life and hardly give up that dream. We men are more realistic and practical. Beautiful, intelligent girls are good for marriage and that's it. We have fun with the more detached ones. In short, a night of good sex and nothing more. Giulia was different. She was beautiful, intelligent and charismatic. And she showed it even in a simple bakery. Simple because she was simple. We Turks are used to abundance and to seeing shop windows full of bread and sweets. My father-in-law's bakery was very humble.