A long queue had formed outside her small shop in the busiest market of France. She wasn't famous and had a fixed clientele but her product was never a miss in their households. "Excuse me! Excuse me!" she said loudly and crept inside her shop. She struggled for the right keys holding a bag of warm croissants she had baked overnight. People were happy to see her and their favourite breakfast. She asked everyone to wait for another five minutes till she started her cash register. Then she turned the shop label to open and the bee line moved into the shop and out. In ten minutes, she was out of croissants. "Sorry! Only coffee is available now! " And moved to the coffee counter, which had only two people waiting for her.

One was her best friend and other was her boy friend. They made her sit with them and congratulated her once again for her brilliant sales. "Oh! Come on guys, don't embarass me. And Shania, I want you to get me the yeast cakes from the old lady, i am out of it. Two days max and my stock is over."

"Bretta, we are here together to know if you are coming with us to Thailand for holiday or not, not for stupid yeast cakes!" asked Shania. Bretta shrugged at the question looking at the fresh flowers on table. Teddy was unperturbed, he told Shania to wait for another day until Bretta made up her mind. Bretta thanked Teddy and told Shania to enjoy her special frappuccino.

Shania was about to leave when Bretta handed a package to her. It had tickets to Thailand and a small note saying.



"The witchcraft is working Bitch."


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