Jade

I looked around as the lady going around with the clipboard moved to the next table in line. She was near the end, and I figured the competition would really begin once she reached the end. I hadn’t read anything on how the contestants were judged, but I had already figured they might award points for the cakes appearance, if ‘points’ was how they were adding it all up. So, if she was awarding for presentation, then there would be more judges coming by to start tasting the cakes.

“There are a lot of people here,” I murmured to Zach.

He hummed. “Honestly, there are a lot less than I thought there would be. At least they’re less than a hundred.”

I grumbled, squeezing his hand for comfort. Fifty-something people was still plenty enough, and I was starting to worry again, wondering just how big a chance we had of even winning this thing.

I’m just an amateur. Sure, I’ve helped Dad at the bakery plenty, and I’ve been watching him for years, but some of these cakes look professionally done!