Sunday afternoon was fun and chaotic. Axel sat amidst the mess on the kitchen island, trying his hand at rolling the dough into shapes.Arabella tried to keep things clean, but with Adrian and Axel around, it was impossible. Flour dusted across the surface, bowls everywhere, dough clinging stubbornly to anything it touched. “No—like this,” she said, guiding Axel’s hands, steady and patient.He tried again. Messier this time.Adrian watched, attempting to follow along, but his dough looked nothing like hers.“Why does mine look like this?” he asked.“Because you’re rushing,” she said, glancing at his hands. “Slow down. Fold it in, then press—gently, not like you’re fighting it.”Adrian stared at her a little too long, while keeping a straight face. “What? Something on my face?” She'd been careful not to get messy after mocking Adrian yesterday. “Yes.” He reached forward.Dabbed her cheek with his flour-covered palm. Axel looked at Adrian. They both laughed. Arabella finally g
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