Cake By The Ocean Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said. "I was in the neighborhood." "Tribeca is not in this neighborhood." "I took a long way." He came to the counter, leaned against it, looked at the cake. "What is that?" "Salted caramel layer cake. Corporate order for tomorrow." "It looks incredible." "It is incredible." I kept frosting. "Sit down. I'll be ten minutes." He didn't sit down. He stayed at the counter. This was new.

She asked. “You'll be somewhere really safe; don't worry about it. I won't let anything happen to you." I reassured. We got to the bakery and ordered a medium-sized cake. "Ember Moon will never be the same again after this war.” Irene said as we waited for the cake. "They're staring at you like you're a stranger.” "Let them,” I replied. "Miss, uhh, Aries," the baker, a plump woman, called, standing in front of us with the cake in her hand. “The cake is on us; you don't have to pay for it."

She knew that Jingfei would be the perfect baker who could pull off her cousin's soon-to-be-bride's request. Knowing Oceane's personality, the cake would be huge and fancy enough to attract the attention of the attendees. "How many tiers does the cake have? And how about the theme for it?" She continued asking Jingfei who also willingly answered her questions. "It's a four tiered wedding cake and it's an ocean themed cake. It's better if I show you the design later."

the event host's voice lifted above the noise, warm and projected, "can we gather the Moretti family at the cake station? It's time to sing for our birthday boy." "Excuse me," I told Risa, walking towards where Dante and Oliver already stood. Oliver saw the cake and sat down on the grass, legs crossed, mouth open, staring up at the three-tiered creation that had been designed to look like a dinosaur emerging from a volcanic island. It had been made by a bakery in London who had flown their lead confectioner in yesterday specifically for this, which was information I had given Dante's credit card and chosen not to examine too closely.

"Is it because you're fearless… or because I'm here, and it makes you feel safe? Answer me." He knew she couldn't answer, but he asked anyway. Obsession allowed no patience. "Mmm… Strawberry cake…" Winter's lashes fluttered; her lips parted slightly as she murmured in dreams. "Little glutton," Ezekiel muttered, then pulled out his phone and called George. The call was answered almost immediately. "Yes, Mr. Fulton?" "Go to the new bakery on Vine Street in Jeston. It opens at 9:30 am. Get there first thing and line up for the first batch of strawberry cakes. Buy one of them and deliver it to Ms. Everhart."

it's a small cozy cafe named'BAKE MY LOVE',. Ahh rubbish.. people do alot of weird stuff for the publicity and guess what this name sucks to me.. Although I didn't like the name of cafe still looking at the interior I visited inside.. It was a cozy cafe filled with light music and a shelf of books... at one wall there written loads of quotes... One of the lady came to take my order, I didn't look at her and ordered the weirdest dish which they were serving.. GOOSEBERRY CHEESECAKE

Phoebe walked over to Barbara and smiled, "Ma'am, I will make sure to pass your message on to our boss. "This is our best-selling cake. Please take it with you," Phoebe said as she handed Barbara a cake. "Not only are our products made with high-quality ingredients and tastes great but we also donate a portion of every sale to help those in need."

Milli smiled as she unboxed the one she made for Aunt Elizabeth and wrote her aunt’s name on the card with a description. “Gracious, Milli! It’s beautiful.” Gramma Dorine gushed. “And I bet it tastes wonderful.” Milli beamed at the praise. She had been doing cakes since she was seventeen and, yet she still felt a thrill when someone complimented one of her cakes, no matter how simple it was. “Just a little something I whipped up this morning. Coconut spiced rum sponge with a pineapple filling.” “A Pina Colada cake, how clever,” Dorine complimented as Elizabeth smiled.

Kimberly brought out a pan of freshly baked muffins from the oven,and carried it to the display glass where she was arranging the hot pastries when the door opened. She turned to their new customer and said. “Welcome to Angel’s bakery. How may I help you?” “I’ll like a cake.” “What’s the occasion?” Kimberly inquired. “My daughter’s seventh year birthday.” “That’s nice. We have some freshly baked cakes of different sizes and shapes in our catalogs. Please come with me.”

As she scribbled down notes, I leaned toward Harry and muttered, “Are weddings always this exhausting?” He smirked. “You’re just lucky you’re not planning it with Max.” The thought made me shudder. Max was already insufferable; I couldn’t imagine the nightmare of him being actively involved in choosing table settings. The next disaster struck with the cake. Deborah led me into a room where an extravagant five-tiered cake was on display. The baker, a balding man named Mr. Cormac, adjusted his glasses and looked at me expectantly. “So, what do you think?” he asked.