Angel Food Cake Pan With Removable Bottom Novels & Stories

When I’m done, I bring out the ingredients for the icing. Today is Ben’s twenty-second birthday and nothing will ruin the day for me. I pull on my gloves and insert the pans into the oven. Calum pushes the stopwatch towards me and I respond with a big, grateful smile. In twenty—at most, thirty—minutes, the cakes will be ready. I plop onto the high stool and my baking partner drags the second one beside me. “What’s up, Calum?”

The bar was in the other corner of the room and it seemed like the bartenders stayed busy. Appetizers and dinner had been superb. Chef Alex and his staff had done a wonderful job. Selena made a mental note to thank them tomorrow. The round four tier wedding cake was made by Jay Fronc, one of the most popular French caterers in New York. Each tier was a different flavor; at the base was vanilla, the second tier was marble, the third tear was chocolate, and the top tier was vanilla. The base icing was white with small red icing roses and green icing as leaves around the edges of each tier. The topper on the cake was a burst of real red and white roses.

It was crazy how much of children they could be when the situation wasn't forcing them to be adults. I smiled, then adjusted, my eyes falling on the large baking dish Angeline was holding. "That smells beautiful. When did you learn that?" She shrugged. "I have a secret recipe, but you will have to taste it first." I smiled, then nodded readily as she set it on the floor in front of us. She handed me a fork, and Aylen sat next to her. His eyes were bright with adoration, and it made me smile. "Way to go with the favouritism, girls," Keanne said, his eyes playfully thin with accusation.