BELLA
An alarm started to ring at 5.30 AM sharp inside a tiny apartment in 14 Rou Mollier
waking up a beautiful girl. She had just had a beautiful dream and the smile in her lips
couldn't fade away she try to remember it but couldn't.
Her name is Bella; she is 21 years old and works in a tiny bakery that her mother left to
her when she died 4 years ago. She is a rear flower in Paris, may be the most pretty, but
she doesn't know, because nobody told her jet.
Bella likes to wake up early when the city is still sleeping, she likes to watch the sun rising and spy in other people's windows to see what they do when they wake up, what they have for breakfast and what they hair looks like. She like the sweet and buttery smell of her shop, she like to ride her skanky bicycles in the tiny street of Paris and when the street are empty she like to go very fast so the wind can play with her hair. She likes red lipstick, the only for of make up she use. She like to dig her hands in the dough for the bread or play with the warm toasted hazelnuts, when she was little she use to make necklace with them so the smell was under her nose all day, and she still does it some time, when nobody knows. Bella likes the humidity in the morning because make her pale skin glow and she love her friend with a passion.
When she arrived are her tiny shop Emmett, her partner and pastry Chef was already there. He was big like a mountain and his smile sweet like caramel apple, covered in flour and sugar. Emmett likes to be covered in flour and sugar it was his own make up. He likes Bella and Bella smile because she was like a little sister to him. He likes simple tings, like balloons, children and the carousel. But most of all Emmett likes jocks. For him a good laugh was the cure for everything.
"Good morning Bella! You look particularly happy today, nothing you wan to tell me?"
He raises his eyebrows and with one finger touched Bella's nose living a mark of flour.
"Good morning to you Emmett! And no, I am just in a very good mood, nothing to tell."
Bella's love life had been the number one topic for her friends, they were worried that she could end up in convent or even worst alone with 10 cats. She had boyfriends before, but none of them really got to her and the few time she had sex it had been an experience that she didn't enjoy, or not enjoy enough to be missed.
"I didn't finish the hazelnut croissants. Wana do the honor?"
Hazelnut croissants had been a Bella invention and one of the bestseller of their little bakery. She smiled happily and grabbing an apron she run in the kitchen.
"Good morning everybody!"
At the door a tiny little girl was standing jumping on her own feet.
Her name is Alice and she is Bella's best friend since they could remember. Alice is pure energy, she likes to speak loud, and she likes to squeal. She likes to shopping and drive fast cars like a maniac and honk to slower riders. She likes everything that is made mainly of sugar and he loves her boyfriend Jasper even before she met him, or that is what she says.
"Alice! I just finish to bake the last croissants and I have already packed the rest of your staff'
Alice own a little cafe' just across Bella's bakery, it use to belong to her family. That's how they met the fist time. When their parents were to busy working the two little girls just passed the day playing in the little square or having afternoon snack at Bella's or chatting in Alice's café. It has been a wonderful childhood full of pastry and gossip of the old Paris.
Alice grabbed the boxes from the counter.
"Oh Bella, all my costumers are asking for your famous hazelnut croissants you have to make more next time!"
"I'll talk to Emmett and we'll see. At this point I may need to buy a little factory and start mass production" She joked.
"No, no! We have to keep it for us, just for us! Will you pass buy to have a coffee later?"
"Sure, I'll be there around nine and that Emmett will pass by"
Alice was already half way out shaking her hand and running to her café. It was only seven but she had already few costumers waiting for her to open.
"I'm not late, you are to early! Can't stay in bad a little longer with your wife Mosier Palleir?" Alice was screaming at an old chubby man who starts to laugh. Bella couldn't retain a huge smile, her friend was crazy, and that was one of her best quality.