The Curse of Flour and Feeling: The Curse Collection
By Lou Wilham
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Sometimes you get exactly what you wish for. Sometimes it's not enough.
When Darcie lost her eomma she had but one wish, to see her mother's bakery succeed. Gwydion, newly resolved to give people exactly what they ask for, granted it.
But years later finds Gyeong's Bakery successful and Darcie more miserable than ever. And Gwydion… well, they've never taken defeat easily. So they cast another spell. A spell to make Darcie confront her emotions head-on.
Enter Hari, influencer extraordinaire, outgoing, bright, and determined to figure out what the cute baker's problem is.
Will Darcie finally find happiness or will her business suffer the consequences? And what does real success look like anyway?
Sometimes you get what you ask for, but it's not what you need.
A story for lovers of fine fairy tales such as Rainbow Rowell's Cary On, Ashley Poston's The Princess and the Fangirl, and Casey McQuiston's Red, White & Royal Blue.
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The Curse of Flour and Feeling - Lou Wilham
PROLOGUE
Not so long ago—in a city you may or may not be familiar with known as New York—there lived a young girl by the name of Darcie Gyeong Alston. Named so for her dark hair, dark eyes, and her mother's family name, Gyeong. The Gyeongs were bakers, had been bakers for generations in Korea, and Gyeong Eun, in spite of having never known another home outside of New York, was no different. Thus, Darcie was raised, as baker's children so often are, like dough. In a warm kitchen, freckled with flour, and sweetened by sugar. And it was understood, always, that one day she would be a baker herself.
A few short blocks away—a world away by New York standards—there lived a child named Atsushi Haruki, but from a young age, zir friends just called zir Hari. Hari was bright, and charming, and clever. The kind of child who drew everyone into zir orbit. The kind of child who never had trouble making friends. With a creative spirit and a quick mind, ze saw potential everywhere ze looked.
ONE
The sun was shining the day she met them. There was no family there now. Just the cold, unforgiving earth digging into her knees, the smell of snow on the air, and the headstone gleaming in the watery winter light.
And the sun was shining—Darcie remembered that clearly because she wondered why the sun would be shining when she was so sad. Why the sun would dare show its face as she knelt by the grave of her eomma and swallowed back the tears she couldn't let fall when it wasn't raining for fear someone might see.
Eomma had told Darcie not to cry for her just before she had died, sitting in the bed surrounded by machines intent on keeping her alive and failing. She'd said this was but the first of her three lives, and they would meet again. Darcie didn't think she believed in reincarnation, but she hoped eomma was right.
Still, not a week later, they had buried her. The cold earth just barely giving way in the middle of December. It had rained that day, and Darcie had been grateful for it. Had hidden her tears in the soft droplets to keep the rest of the family from seeing.
Darcie reached out to remove the dried bundle of flowers left behind by one of the ajummas from the bakery. It was sweet that they'd come and left flowers for eomma, but it made something twist in her belly. Something she didn't recognize. They had to know that the bakery would be closing soon. They had to know that she couldn't keep it open by herself. She had school to think of. Still, they came and paid their respects.
It was sweet.
She hated it.
The flowers crumbled in her harsh grip. Dried petals catching on the wind and fluttering away to brush against the other gravestones. She'd come to tell eomma that they would have to close the bakery. She'd come to tell her that she was leaving the city, moving somewhere less expensive so she could finish high school and then start college—not that she had even applied anywhere yet. She'd come to say goodbye to eomma and appa. But the words clung like dough without enough flour, sticky and thick in her throat.
She opened her mouth to try to force them out. It would hurt she was sure, but she was ready for that, or she thought she was anyhow. Something glittered out of the corner of her eye, and the words stilled in her throat. Lips pressing together, Darcie glanced over at the person standing a few headstones away. Their dress had sparkles on it. Who wore a sparkly dress to a graveyard?
It's New Year’s,
the person said when they caught Darcie glaring at them. You should look nice on New Year’s.
This is a place of mourning, not a club.
Darcie snapped her eyes back to her eomma's name on the gravestone.
Point stands.
The person's footsteps hadn't crunched on the still frosted-over grass, but suddenly they were standing beside her. Their glittering dress glaring in Darcie's periphery. What're you doing out this early on New Year’s, anyway? You're just a kid. Shouldn't you still be in bed nursing a hang over?
Leave me alone.
The flowers made a soft rustling sound when Darcie's hands trembled around them. She refused to look down to watch them shake apart, or up to meet the person's searching gaze. She stared straight ahead, watching the reflection of the clouds on eomma's polished headstone.
My name's Gwydion,
they said like they hadn't heard Darcie. She knew they had.
I don't care.
You should. You called me here.
"I don't even know who you are." Darcie ground her teeth, molars squeaking against each other. Why wasn't she getting up? Why wasn't she just walking away? It would be so easy.
The person—Gwydion—let out a soft sound that sounded like a laugh but was eaten up by the breeze and the quiet of so many dead things. I'm your fairy dragmother of course!
Darcie's head whipped around, staring up at Gwydion through narrowed eyes. Excuse me?
I think you heard me just fine.
Gwydion knelt down beside Darcie, likely soiling their impossibly expensive dress. You called me here because you have a wish you want to make.
No. I don't.
Darcie jerked her head back to the gravestone, ignoring the way her dark hair brushed into her eyes. She needed a haircut. Eomma had said as much three weeks ago, but there hadn't been time. Now . . . now she supposed it didn't matter; no one would see her hair that mattered.
You do. Everyone who seeks me out does.
I didn't seek you out. I just came here to tell eomma that . . . to tell her that . . .
Darcie bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. There would be a sore there in a few hours, but just like her hair, it didn't matter.
Do you really not have anything you want?
Gwydion's voice had gone quiet, lost much of its exuberance, as if they were afraid of scaring Darcie off.
I just want . . .
Her eyes were blurry with tears. She sniffed, scrubbing them away with the back of her sleeve. I want eomma's bakery to succeed.
Is that your wish?
Yes,
she said, eighteen and not even really sure what she was asking for. But she knew it was the truth. That right in that moment, that's all she wanted, to see eomma's bakery thrive as it once had when she'd been too young to work the stand mixer.
And you're sure? That's kind of a—You know what? No. You're right. I did make a resolution to give everyone exactly what they asked for. So I'll give you this.
Gwydion's earrings jingled as they nodded to themselves.
Darcie blinked back more tears, breathing through the tightness in her chest. It was becoming harder to focus through the pounding of her heart in her ears. The characters on eomma and appa's gravestones swam in front of her eyes.
Something sparkled brightly at the corner of her vision. Gwydion's obnoxiously lovely dress, she was sure. She didn't turn to look at them. She couldn't. Not until she got control over herself. Not until she wrestled the tears back to where they belonged.
I hope it makes you happy,
Gwydion said so softly that Darcie almost didn't hear it. And then they were gone. They didn't walk away. They simply . . . disappeared. There wasn't even an indent where they'd knelt in the grass beside her.
Weird.
Darcie shook her head and put it from her mind. There were other things to worry about.
It had been years since Darcie had thought of them. The tall slim figure standing out like a beacon amongst the graves, with their red tresses and shimmering midnight-blue grown dragging through the crunching grass. The one who said they would grant her wish. The one who'd disappeared like the frost a few hours after sunrise, with no sign that they'd been there at all.
Her fairy dragmother
.
Gwydion.
So long, in fact, that Darcie had convinced herself it had been a dream. She'd been grieving. She'd been stressed. She didn't know what to do at the time. She was eighteen and she'd just been orphaned. She was going to lose the bakery. She was going to have to move away from the only home she'd ever known. Of course she had conjured up some glittering savior. Some beautiful creature who would make everything all better.
And after that . . . after she'd left the cemetery and returned to the bakery to prepare the buns for the day, Gwydion had quickly faded from her mind. There was too much else to do in the days that followed. Especially when the ajammas from the bakery banded together and demanded that Darcie stay, offering her a room at one of their apartments so she didn't have to leave the city. They'd even helped with the books and the management of Gyeong's while Darcie finished her diploma and took classes online.
The first couple of years had been tough; they had been a lot of hard work. But Darcie had been happy. She had watched eomma's dream flourish in ways she'd never thought possible. And so long as Darcie had her nose buried in her studies and her arms elbow-deep in dough, she didn't really notice anything else.
Then the ajammas had begun to retire. The neighborhood changed. Gyeong's, which had once been a small local spot, had become a tourist attraction.
But now . . . now that red head of curls was standing in the middle of the mayhem of the Saturday morning rush. Turning this way and that as Gwydion followed the racing of Darcie's staff from the back of the shop to the glass cases in the front window as they tried to prep before they were hit with the early-bird tourists. Maybe Gwydion was just there to get some pastries and then they'd be on their way. It had been six years, after all.
A girl—one of the ten Sarahs that worked at Gyeongs during the summer—yelped, skidding around Gwydion and almost dropping the pan of hot mocha buns to the floor.
Be careful!
Darcie shouted, her eyes narrowed on Sarah dangerously.
Sorry! Sorry!
Sarah offered Gwydion a tight smile and continued on her way to the window.
A buzzer rang in the back, signaling a finished bake. Darcie's head jerked to the bored looking twentysomething—Heather—leaning against the glass case. Are you going to get that?
Sure thing, boss.
Heather gave Darcie a lazy salute and went to the back to retrieve whatever it was.
Darcie pulled on her customer-service smile and turned back to Gwydion, who was watching her with a vague look of upset. Welcome to Gyeong's. What can I get for you today?
"You don't look happy," Gwydion said without missing a beat. She’d hoped Gwydion wouldn't recognize her . . . No such luck, Darcie thought, resisting the urge to slouch.
Excuse me?
Darcie's smile slipped a fraction, only held up by years of practice, and the want to get Gwydion out of the shop as soon as possible so she could focus on other, more important things.
You said success would make you happy.
Gwydion's expression had gone from upset to truly troubled. I only granted your wish because I thought it'd make you happy.
Can I interest you in a one of our kkwabaegi donuts? They're great for breakfast.
The generic paper sack crinkled in between her fingers as she grabbed it from below the register. When had the lights in the shop gotten so bright? She squinted against them. Or if you don't want something sweet, we have a cream cheese and garlic bread.
Gwydion blinked at her for a moment, then they raised one perfectly manicured hand and snapped their fingers. Everything stopped. The sounds of Heather in the back banging pans in the cramped kitchen, of Sarah's annoyingly impractical ankle boots on the gleaming black-and-white tile floor, of the buzzing ovens, of the city traffic outside—all of it stopped.
Gwydion looked around at everyone, frozen in place, and Darcie had just enough time to recognize that something truly weird and deeply unsettling was going on before Gwydion pinned her with an expression of dissatisfaction, one perfectly plucked brow lifted.
You told me this would make you happy,
they said, leaving no room for argument.
I am happy.
Darcie grit her teeth around the lie. She had never told Gwydion any such thing, she remembered that much. She'd simply said this was what she'd wanted. Her eyes flicked nervously to the people she could see over Gwydion’s shoulder. Were they even breathing? She couldn’t tell.
Gwydion's golden eyes narrowed, their too-red lips pressing into a line so thin that Darcie could only see the lip liner they'd used to keep their lipstick in place. You. Are. Not. Happy.
I am.
Darcie lifted her chin, daring Gwydion to argue further. To tell her what it was she was feeling.
I guess we'll just see about that, won't we?
Gwydion's eye twitched at one corner, their fingers already beginning to send sparks through the air.
What're you doing?
Darcie jerked her hands away from where she'd been bracing herself on the counter. Her tennis shoes made a squeaking sound on the floor as she skidded back.
"Doing what I always do—Well. What I should always do. So sorry about steering you wrong the first time, child, I'll get it right this time. Gwydion nodded to themselves, a softness in their eyes that hadn't been there before.
Until you can learn to be honest with yourself and those around you about what you need and feel, anything you bake shall taste exactly as your mood was when you made it."
What?
Darcie blinked, ignoring the tingling that spread from the tips of her fingers up her arms. Like when she'd rubbed her socks on the floor and touched the doorknob that one time.
Hopefully, this will help you find real happiness,
Gwydion said, looking sad. Then they were gone, leaving only a dusting of glitter in the air, and all the sound came rushing back at once. Darcie's ears popped.
What does that even mean?!
Darcie shouted at the ceiling. All she earned for her trouble was several confused stares from her employees. She grunted, Back to work. All of you!
and went to hide in the back office for the next hour, still not really sure what had happened.
TWO
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