Daphne carefully took the mixer, standing on tiptoe to reach the table. Her usual haughty little face was now full of focus, and her soft, chubby features made her look unexpectedly adorable. When a bit of cream splashed out, she would sheepishly stick out her tongue.I suddenly felt a sharp gaze from behind me. Timothy, who had been buried in his documents since we got back, was leaning casually against the kitchen doorway, watching us intently.Then his phone buzzed with a video call from Yasmin. Timothy answered and heard her sweet, coaxing voice. "Timothy, I miss you and Daphne so much! Mom said Daphne's with you. Can I see her?""Sure," he said, walking over and holding the phone up to Daphne. "Say hi to your mom."Daphne, still playing with the cream, excitedly said, "Mommy, look! I'm learning to make a cake! When you get back, I can make one for you!"Yasmin's expression shifted. "Who's teaching you to bake?"Daphne proudly said, "That annoying lady! Her cakes are so good.
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