Author's POV:
The kitchen was filled with the bright, sweet scent of citrus and warm cake.
Miley stood near the counter, a smear of powdered sugar dusting her cheek, as she worked the hand mixer through a bowl of buttercream. The soft, rhythmic whirring of the beaters, the occasional clink of her spoon against the mixing bowl, all these sounds were calming to her senses.
The process of following a recipe she knew by heart was grounding, and this was the most peaceful she had felt in days.
Earlier, she had found a basket of fresh lemons and oranges in the fridge, and she immediately knew what she wanted to make!
She would bake a citrus cake, something light and sweet to express her gratitude. The sponge had risen beautifully in the oven, and now she was whipping the frosting to finish it off.
However, unbeknownst to Miley at that time, two pairs of eyes were peeking in from the hallway.
“It looks so pretty! She has been working at it for almost two hours now…”
Whispered Gin
