Page 169 of Secrets Hidden In The Glass

Molly waved away Gwen’s comment. “Let me just say it before I chicken out.”

Gwen frowned. “Fine.”

Molly sat again, blowing out a long breath. “So, I’ve been doing some thinking,” she said again. “Weird, random ideas, but they could work if all of us wanted them to.”

Callie looked at Gwen then Molly. “I’m intrigued.”

Molly held Callie’s gaze. “You know how we’re going to try the whole art/eat club thing on Wednesday nights?”

“Yeah.”

“What if we made it into more than that? What if we offered dessert and classes: beginners all the way to advanced as people learn what they’re doing, but it would be Monday through Saturday? We could turn the side room off the bakery into an actual space for it.”

“I—Wow,” Callie said, getting caught up in Molly’s excitement, loving the idea.

Molly nodded as she grinned. “I know. I think we could make a killing in the summers and get by with islanders during the off-season. And it wouldn’t just be classes. We could do stuff for birthday parties, wedding parties, mommy and me, after school stuff with older kids. I could do themed desserts—like on Valentine’s Day and stuff. If we got busy enough, we would need someone to handle the bookings and accounting. Gwen, that’s where you would come in since you’re so annoyingly organized.” She blew out another long breath as she shrugged. “So, that’s it. It’s just an idea.”

Callie nibbled her lip, realizing that this was her shot at having it all—an entirely new life free from the pressure and chaos. “I really like it.”

Hope filled Molly’s eyes. “You do?”

Callie nodded. “A lot.”

“I wasn’t sure if you were planning on getting back to your stained glass in a more official capacity, and Gwen, this might not be a good time with the baby and everything.”

“Okay,” Callie blurted out before she found a million reasons why she couldn’t commit.

Molly blinked. “Okay?”

Callie nodded again. “Yes. Okay. I don’t want to do stained glass anymore—or not like I did. I want to teach classes and stay here with you guys and Nate.”

Molly squealed in a very un-Molly-like way as she rushed out of her chair and wrapped Callie up in a hug. “We’re partners?”

Callie laughed. “Yes. I can pay for the renovations—”

Molly shook her head adamantly. “No. Fifty-fifty.”

“What about me?” Gwen wanted to know.

Molly’s gaze darted to her sister. “You want to do this?”

“Yes. I have to talk to Liam and I would need to start part-time because I’ll have my hands full, but I want to be your planner and accountant.”

Molly moved to wrap her arms around Callie and Gwen’s shoulders. “This is amazing. We won’t be able to start until sometime in the summer, but we can actually do this.”

Callie joined in on another hug, reveling in the feeling that she was a part of something—that she wanted to be a part of something with people she couldn’t seem to walk away from.