Chapter 1

Ida was the daughter of a baker in Tonksville, the largest city in the kingdom of Samson. It sat right below the King Julius and Queen Tatiana's castle. She was a girl of average appearance. She had brown hair cut short by numerous baking accidents, green eyes, and a friendly smile. Her father was a plump man from tasting all of his products, his curly brown hair was always covered by his brown cap, and he always wore his brown apron, even when not working. His bakery was called Masco Baked Goods named after her grandfather and sat on the corner of a wide street. Next to his bakery was the marketplace, so we always got a lot of customers during market day. And a few blocks up were the fancy mansions where the important nobles and tax collectors lived. The baker and Ida go there, since that's where the Baker's Union meetings are held. There, she'd sit at the table where all the other baker's children sit. Surprisingly, most of them are girls, many around her age. One day, one of the more wealthier bakers told the others of an old woman who lives in the forest. She apparently teaches young girls to bake the finest goods in the land. Ida's father became very interested in the idea of her going to learn about his own profession. The old woman was asked to attend the next Union meeting. Ida packed some things for the journey, and since she was going to be staying at the old woman's house for a few days. The old woman arrived in a large, but humble carriage, which she drove herself. She greeted the bakers warmly.

"It's nice to meet others who share my passion for baking." she said.

This woman appeared to be very old. Her skin was wrinkly and cracked. Her hair was completely white and cut short. She was incredibly hunched over, to the point of her head hiding most of her body. She was missing quite a few teeth, but wasn't afraid to smile. She wore a dark blue dress, with matching heels, and held a white purse.

"Now are all of our young ladies here?" she asked.

The baker's presented their daughters to her. The was Ida, in a blue blouse, a long brown skirt, and a white apron, her brown hair covered by a light blue handkerchief. Next to her was Sora, who is the only girl in the group that she really knew. She's very smart, and even though her father wants her to take over their bakery, she dreams of serving as a nurse and has shown Ida some of the books that she always has on her. She has long light brown hair which is styled into a long braid that nearly touches the cobblestone street. She had a light green with a white skirt and a brown apron. In one hand, she was holding a leather bag and in the other, she had a blue book which she was contently reading with her brown eyes. The girl next to Sora, Nina was smaller and younger than the rest. Nina couldn't have been older then seven or eight. She had blond hair, which was cut short, and adorable blue eyes. She had a cute yolk floral dress and a straw sunhat with a pansy stitched in. She clung tightly to her stomach, as if she were sick. The next three girls Ida didn't know too much about, except for the fact that they all wore the same light pink blouses and matching skirts. And they always accompanied Tiffany. Tiffany, who was suppose to be here, wasn't even the daughter of a real baker. Her father had started out as an outdoor baker at the local marketplace, and since then he's grown to be the landowner of all the marketplaces in the kingdom. Ida only knew Tiffany because their fathers were old friends and often had drinks and played cards together. As you can imagine, she's spoiled beyond belief.

"Henry and his daughter Tiffany should be here very soon." Ida's father commented.

"Well, until they arrive, tell us a little about yourself." another baker suggested, gesturing to the old woman.

The old woman smiled warmly.

"Well, for starters, my name's Shirley Rosemary. I use to own a very successful bakery with my husband until his unfortunate death. Since then, I've moved to my humble cottage in the woods. There, I've decided to teach young girls all my little baking secrets. That's about all." Shirley said, her smile widening.

Just then, a fancy white carriage pulled in from the street. The coach hopped off of his seat and opened to door. Out stepped a very large man in a black suit and matching slacks who was obviously Henry Marks. Out next in pearl high heels and an elegant silver gown, her black hair drifting just past her shoulders was Tiffany. As usual, she was adorned with multiple accessories, this time a silver sapphire necklace, jeweled bracelet and a jeweled clip fastened to her hair. The coach was loading out multiple bags of luggage, all made of a very expensive material and colored to match her current dress. The coach then stood up very straight and spoke with a clear, chirp voice.

"Henry and Tiffany Marks have arrived." he announced and scurried back to his coach seat.

"Very good job my dear coach, as always." Mr. Marks applauded.

Tiffany simply rolled her eyes.

"Now Tiffany, this is a very important trip for you. You're going to learn the ways of your old man. Now, off you go, and don't forget to have fun!" Mr. Marks waved off his daughter and climbed back into the carriage.

"Off!" the coach commanded to the horses and the carriage speed away.

Tiffany merely stood there as the three girls in matching dresses floundered over to her, complimenting her clothes and her large amount of baggage.

"Oh, dear me. I don't know if we'll be able to fit all that luggage into the carriage." Shirley commented, shaking her head.

"I'm sure you'll fit it somehow. After all, you wouldn't want to upset Henry's daughter, she's a very fragile flower." one of the bakers told Shirley.

"I'll see what I can do." Shirley replied disdainfully, hiking up her long, dark blue dress and walking over to the bags.

With amazing strength, Shirley hoisted up two of the large bags and began carrying them to the carriage.

"Be careful. They're silk." Tiffany told the old woman, not bothering to help.

Tiffany's followers cooed at her silk bags as Shirley easily put them all into every possible space she could find in the carriage.

"There we go. Guess my old baking muscles never really left me." Shirley said, looking rather proud of herself.

After saying goodbye to her father, Ida got into the carriage with the other girls and they rode off on the road out of town. Ida glanced at Shirley, driving the carriage, a very pleased smile on her face. It was almost, too happy.