The victory was ours for the taking.

We all won our third Michelin star by baking.

We had worked in a bakery in Los Angeles.

Among us, I was a dough maker named Angela.

Our bakery was known as Angel Bakes.

The owners were Orlando and Daphne Drakes.

Orlando was my brother who was in honeymoon phase.

Everything was great before all was ablaze.

Orlando made an announcement.

I was relieved that there was no denouement.

The boss wanted to pass the torch to the next of kin.

I hoped it was me, because I was Orlando's twin.

One night, death had changed everything.

I had no idea what would the future bring.

All I knew was that my brother was not alive.

But, stepbrother Mark wanted to strive.

Before I knew it, Mark took over the business.

Not just a dough maker, I became a witness.

After Daphne's second wedding, a ghost appeared.

Orlando's spirit was not to be feared.

My twin told me about a murder most foul.

With the truth, I became as wise as an owl.

During my birthday, I hired street performers.

When the truth was revealed, Mark was not calmer.

Out of grief, Daphne cried for her dead husband.

My sister-in-law attacked her now ex-husband.

Little did Mark knew that I called the police.

There was supposed to be some peace.

Mark was arrested for the murder.

Yet, it felt like the bakery out of order.

What was I supposed to do next?

Who knew that bringing justice would have effects?

When I became the new boss, it was not the same.

Running a bakery was not definitely not a game.

I kept my head high with Daphne by my side.

As the business grew again, so was my joyful pride.