Cupcakes Diaries Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said, my voice rough from sleep and suspicion. Delia plopped the tray down in my lap like she was presenting a peace offering. “I made the cupcake myself,” she said sweetly, which meant the maid probably did it while Delia supervised with a glass of wine. I looked down at it. Vanilla with white frosting and one lonely candle jammed in the center like a warning flare. “Blow it out,” my dad said cheerfully, but his eyes were doing that thing they always did when he was nervous, darting around like they were looking for an exit.

He said, “Actually, I was saving one for you, Theo.” They all laughed again because they weren’t sure if Sebastian was telling the truth or if he was just guilty of taking more than enough cupcakes. Celine was the first to take a bite. When she saw the filling, she exclaimed, “It’s a girl! The filling is pink!” “But how come mine is blue?” Theo asked, looking at the inside of his cupcake. Silas showed his cupcake. “Mine is blue as well.” “Mine is pink,” Xavier said. “Ah! It’s like Ali and Bastin!” Alice screamed. “Congratulations, you two!”

Cyra wanted to know more about her husband's past but hesitated to ask her mother-in-law. The two daughters-in-law and mother-in-law began their activities in the kitchen. They made red velvet cupcakes using sugar, eggs, vanilla, yogurt milk, food coloring, flour, cocoa powder, and other items. Once all the ingredients were ready, Cyra and Mami Mili started to prepare the cupcake batter together.

Below the cupcakes, there were some bottles of strawberry crush. As he kept digging further, he discovered many some flavored treats like wafers, pocky sticks, candies, and much more. The last thing he pulled out was a fluffy strawberry shaped pillow. it had a winking expression and pouty lips. He turned it around to find a sticky note which read, "I'm sorry" in tiny handwriting.

Fred was right, my match wasn't until the next couple of weeks, and it still wouldn't generate the amount of money that we needed. That asshole! He gets me into this mess! I pressed start and watch as the spinach and strawberry mixed together, then added a banana and the last cup of yogurt that I got from the fridge. I drink it all and put all the dishes in the sink for later. I was already too late for work. I took my helmet, and put on my jacket, and pick up my leather backpack from the couch. I was out the door, five minutes later.

So weird. I feel a sudden push on my back and I turn to see Jessica standing there, looking radiant and energetic. "Go on! Open it!" she urges me and I nod sheepishly. My eyebrows draw together in contemplation as I lift the lid of the box. My eyes follow the moment and they widen as soon I see what is inside. The cupcakes inside aren't the usual ones. They have some stuff written on them. Each cupcake has an individual word written on it, and when you join the words on all of the cupcakes together, they form a sentence.

MILA'S POV "Are you actually trying to murder me?" Spencer, my desk neighbor and work rival stares at the box on his desk as if it contains live rattlesnakes. Which it really doesn't. I look down at my handiwork. Eight beautiful lilac cupcakes sit in two neat rows. The frosting is swirled just right, each one topped with a tiny edible flower I found at the fancy baking supply store in Cambridge.

“And you’d help me.” They both burst into laughter as they walked inside. The shop was not crowded just a few people sitting by the windows, enjoying their tea and cakes. Abigail and Maya made their way to the counter, their eyes roaming across the display. “Look at those cupcakes,” Abigail whispered, pointing at a row of delicate pink frosted cakes. “They look too pretty to eat.” “And that chocolate tart,” Maya added, her eyes widening. “I’m not leaving here without tasting it.” The girl behind the counter smiled warmly at them. “Good morning, ladies. What would you like to try?”

A part of me felt that I would lose this if I turned my back now. “Okay, dear. Let me tell my son to show you the work.” She says. I nod my head and follow her to the back of the cafe. My eyes fall on this boy who was bent over a tray of cupcakes. He was icing them up with such ease that he made it look easy, and trust me when I said decorating cupcake the way he was doing it wasn’t easy. “William, say hi to Celeste, our new employee.” The lady, whose name I learned was Diana spoke.

By Friday, my house smelled like vanilla and nerves. I’d baked because Bailey had texted SNACKS ARE NON-NEGOTIABLE and I, tragically, was the kind of person who responded to loud friendship with domestic surrender. The cupcakes were purple, of course. Lavender frosting with little sugar pearls like tiny moons. They weren’t perfect, but they were mine, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t baking to apologize for existing. I was baking because someone was coming over who wasn’t Kyle. That shouldn’t have been a milestone. It was. My life had become a series of quiet firsts.