Eva Perez Candy Scott [exclusive] May 2026

Candy finally glanced over. Her knuckles were scraped. Eva’s nails were immaculate. Between them, a single saltwater taffy lay unwrapped—pink as a sunrise, tough as a promise.

Eva tore the taffy in two. The snap echoed like a starting pistol.

And the candy shop stayed open another ten years—not because of the sugar, but because of the grit.

“Partners?” Candy asked.