RafaelI push the little plate aside and look at Madeleine. “You pick one,” I say. “I like all of them.”Her eyes haunt me. She’s practically begging me to forgive her, and it’s hard not to crack under the pressure. “No.” She shakes her head. “The cake is the one thing you wanted to do.”“Fine. The Italian Cream,” I end the conversation right then and there. I cannot take one more argument.She perks up and smiles, but I quickly crush her excitement with a cold look.“Is something going on between you two?” Angelica asks and looks from me to Madeleine.I don’t take my eyes off Maddie when I say, “No. It’s just been a hell of a week.”The little old woman, Etta Bianci, the youngest granddaughter of the original baker, pretends she can't hear us while she writes down the order. Unlike Angelica, she has picked up on the tension between me and Madeleine, but she knows better than to say anything about it.“There has to be enough cake for two-hundred-and-fifty people,” Angelica declares.
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