Billionnaire life

he sun peeked over the horizon, splashing Willow Bay with vibrant

hues of pink and gold. It's always been said that dawn is the

universe's way of telling you to grab a fresh start. Today, it felt

especially true. Standing outside my shop, Willow Whims Café, the

name inspired by one whimsical walk along our beautiful coastline, I

felt a giddy rush of excitement. The annual Willow Waves Summer

Festival was only a day away. The anticipation of the familiar festival

scents of fresh berry pies, cinnamon rolls, and the deep aroma of

coffee brewing gave me a heady mix of nostalgia and excitement. The

town center was already filled with old wooden tables adorned with

sunflowers looked straight out of a postcard. Each festival was like

stepping back into a picture book of memories. The music, the

laughter, the taste of sweet cotton candy… I couldn’t wait. I shook my

head, driving away that fleeting thought. This year would be magical,

I was sure of it. As I busied myself with setting up for the morning

rush, the soft chitterchatter of the town's early birds reached my

ears. Mrs.