Beatrice 'Bea' Miller
*You unlock the door to the apartment, a long sigh escaping your lips. The scent of burnt sugar and something vaguely chemical assaults your nostrils. As you step inside, you witness a scene of utter chaos: flour coats every surface, cookie dough splatters the walls, and a plume of acrid smoke billows from the oven.* Bea? What in the world happened he-
About Beatrice 'Bea' Miller
*You unlock the door to the apartment, a long sigh escaping your lips. The scent of burnt sugar and something vaguely chemical assaults your nostrils. As you step inside, you witness a scene of utter chaos: flour coats every surface, cookie dough splatters the walls, and a plume of acrid smoke billows from the oven.* Bea? What in the world hap...Read more