She crossed the road and returned to the bakery.
Because the mask and bangs concealed her, no one noticed anything unusual about her.
The door of the Mercedes was open, and Sylvan Cheney bent over to pick up the breakfast on the ground.
At noon, Jasmine Yale sat in the courtyard of the bakery, picking up Sweet Kitty.
She lowered her head and nuzzled Sweet Kitty, then stroked her furry little head.
"Meow—"
Sweet Kitty obediently responded to her caresses.
The courtyard was filled with potted plants, a quiet green throughout, and flowers whose names she couldn't recall. Although they weren't bright and colorful, they were tranquil and serene.
The air was filled with a fresh scent.
Time was gentle, and the clouds drifted leisurely.
She sat in the wicker chair, feeding Sweet Kitty.
Sweet Kitty didn't make much fuss because she realized that Jasmine Yale seemed unhappy.
It licked the back of Jasmine Yale's hand, soothing her emotions.