Sylvie read the words on the bottom of the box in English.

"If you are reading this, it means that you've just moved to this patesserie, or what used to be a patesserie. I don't know what you plan to turn this building into, but I hope that this will always carry the magic of Le Patesserie De Charlotte. If you want to open this box, simply take a bobby pin, insert it, and move it around until the box opens. The box contains my favorite apron and whisk, and I hope even if this place doesn't turn into a patesserie, I hope the apron and whisk will serve you well. Sincerly, Charlotte Platei."

Sylvie put the box down, then reached into her hair and pulled out a bobby pin. She put it into the lock, while Grace fidgeted nearby. She couldn't wait to see the apron and whisk. Suddenly, the lock clicked, and the box opened. Sylvie started to reach in, but stopped, turned to Grace, and said, "You do the honors. This box is yours after all." Grace thanked her and pulled out an adorable apron with a lot of French treats. Then Grace reached in and grabbed the golden whisk. It was so beautiful, Grace didn't know how she'd use it. "What are going to do with this stuff, Grace?" Sylvie asked. "I'm going to use the apron, but this whisk looks too gorgeous to use," Grace said, trying on the apron, which fit perfectly. "You could put it on a plague and put it in the dining room," Sylvie said.

That it for now. Read tomorrow's story to find out what happens next! Thanks for reading, Bye! 😀