“I’m sure those plans can wait. You two have your whole lives ahead of you. The program runs from July to December. Only twenty students get in. Aunt Claire pulled some serious strings.”

“It does sound like a great opportunity…” He leaned back in the chair, looking down at his hands. “But I don’t want to be a baker. It would be a big waste of time and money.”

“We’d never be able to send you to something like this.” His mom sounded almost apologetic. “Aunt Claire says that if you do well, there could be other scholarship opportunities too.”

Kelly could see how torn he was. He pressed his fingers into the palm of his hand, the way he did when he was deep in thought. Paris was so far, but if she were faced with this decision, she’d jump at it.

“You’ll be home by Christmas,” his mother added gently, as if she’d read his mind.

“I need to talk to Kelly,” he said.

Mr. York peered over the top of his glasses at Andrew. “You can make your own decisions, son.”

Kelly flinched. Those words were like a stab to the heart. Did his father really think she’d ever stand in the way of such a great opportunity for him?

“I will make my own decision. I just want to include Kelly in it. She’s my fiancée.”

Kelly’s heart swelled. At least Andrew knew whose side she was on.

His dad’s mouth pulled into a tight line, then he pushed his chair from the table and stood.

Kelly held her breath.

“You two talk it over tonight,” his mom said. “We’ll see you at the house later. It’s the middle of the night over there right now anyway. We can call her tomorrow afternoon and give her your answer.” She stood and hugged Andrew.

“Thanks, Mom. This is amazing news. I don’t mean to sound unappreciative, but Kelly and I just set a wedding date last week. I’m not going to make a decision this big without her.” Andrew’s shoulders slumped as if he’d been beaten.

Kelly pulled her hand to her heart. They don’t understand that baking and culinary arts are two entirely different skills.

His father turned and walked out the door.

Is there anything Andrew could do or say that would make that man happy?

Andrew’s mom raised a dismissive hand toward her husband. “I know. Never mind him.” She stepped back. “I’m really proud of you. I want you to have the chance to do what you want with your life. Don’t let Dad worry you. I’ll deal with him.” She gathered her purse and rushed outside to catch up with his dad.