Chapter 46: Perfect Life

EPILOGUE

Sophia

One year later.

I have no idea why I thought baking a cake for this occasion would be a smart idea. After all, I’m an excellent cook, but horrible when it comes to ovens. Although I’ve been improving a little bit as of late, this particular cake still looks like it went through a war.

Ugh, how annoying. This discipline is so impossible because it’s really precise (sometimes down to the last gram) and you have to get everything exactly right, like “softened butter” and not “melted butter.” I sigh with exasperation. What’s the difference? Seriously, this exercise is going to kill me.

But it’s too late to try to make another dessert or even redecorate the pastry on hand because I’m out of time. Xander will be arriving any moment now, and I want to give him his surprise asap, even if this cake looks incredibly amateur.

Quickly, I frost the damned thing, muttering under my breath as the sugary paste gets everywhere. But then I stop and make myself inhale deeply. After all,