The Bakery Where Fate Rested

In this world, fate leaves its mark at birth. A quiet tattoo on the arm, visible only to oneself, meant to lead you to the person you are supposed to love. Some bonds bloom. Some are rejected. And some are never meant to exist at all. Aerin lost her place in destiny before she ever learned how to belong. She did not know that fate, once refused, does not disappear. It waits.