Novel & Cerita Cupcakes Diaries

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.

Even put it up in a my trophy case as a life achievement. After much pleading and helping her clean up, Linda reluctantly allowed us to use to kitchen once more. This time I was way more careful and Aaron supervised and told me what to do more carefully. The cupcakes turned out really nice. My mum almost devoured all when I brought it home. Now sadly I've to let them go. Cornerview really did great in this fundraising event. Girls were dressed in bikini bras and short anything; skirt and short as they washed cars. There was a kissing booth and a cotton candy machine. There were other pastries except mine being sold but in my opinion, mine is the best.

Sleeping in their beds. A unicorn diary with a lock that popped right open. I didn’t even have to search for the key. Those pages full of looping, curling handwriting, hearts hovering above all the ‘i’s’, spelling out sad words. A plastic Tupperware stashed under a bed, filled with moldy cupcakes and half-opened chocolate slabs, all the edges nibbled at like a night squirrel with clever hands. The word PIGLET taped to the lid, scrawled out in big block letters. Not my box and not my name, but even I felt a little insulted.

“Well, well, well… look who decided to call. Don’t tell me it’s because your man’s out of the country and you’re lonely.” I rolled my eyes, smiling. “Please. I called because I needed a dose of chaos, and you’re the best supplier.” She snorted. “Oh, slick today, huh?” “Always,” I said, laughing. “Also, I’ve got leftover cupcakes. Lemon meringue bites. Thought I’d drop some off before I head home.” “Lemon?” she gasped dramatically. “Girl, you know those are one of my weaknesses too. Bring them now.” “Only if you promise to cook for me,” I teased, switching lanes.

--- Inside the car, Diane carefully lifted the cupcake box onto her lap. “Can I eat one now?” she asked, eyes bright. I glanced at her, hesitated, then reached out gently to take the box from her hands. “Not now, honey. Let’s wait till we get home, okay?” “But why?” “Because I got you something better.” Her eyes lit up as I pulled out a small pack of strawberry biscuits from my bag. She gasped. “The one with the cream inside?” I nodded, passing it to her. “Exactly.”

she suggested, her voice filled with excitement. Theo's face lit up with joy at the thought of creating cupcakes with Mama Hazel. Together, they gathered the ingredients and set to work, mixing, pouring, and decorating with a flair that only a true baking duo could muster. As the cupcakes baked in the oven, Theo and Mama Hazel sat at the kitchen table, sharing stories and giggles as they waited for their sweet creations to be ready. The kitchen filled with the heavenly scent of vanilla and sugar, wrapping them in a cozy blanket of happiness and anticipation.

Valeria said, flopping onto the couch. “Don’t worry. It’s your place too, you can come whenever you want. By the way, I called because I couldn’t find your Nutella coffee cupcake recipe,” said Camila. Valeria remembered that she usually wrote down her recipes every time she tried something new, but this time, when she made that cupcake, she had completely forgotten. “I totally forgot to write it down,” Valeria mumbled, rubbing her forehead. Camila sighed on the other end of the line.

I stepped back, ensuring I was not keeping everyone from getting to the cashier as I took a while to decide. They both looked at my reactions curiously and then placed their orders. At this point, I felt like I was shaking and needed my fix, so licking my lips, I quickly ordered two donuts, white icing and colorful sprinkles, and two custard scone pastries with an orange and grapefruit juice mixed. A sweet-sweet and a sweet. Excellent. I can do one sweet-sweet and a sweet now and later on have me another sweet-sweet and a sweet. Daniela got a slice of triple-layer chocolate cake with a caramel smoothie, and Daniel just got a muffin with a coffee.

I in particular never wanted to believe until I got admission into the nursing department and learnt about the harms of taking sugar. I measured all the necessary ingredients which I will need for my cupcakes, making sure I used the right amount of sugar. I don’t want anyone to end up being sick on my birthday after taking in some amount sugar. Putting them in the oven, I smiled before I headed to my room. My room is the definition of simple, it was painted black with a touch of gold and I placed some motivational stickers to keep me going for the days—it always works. “I wonder when you will stop being childish.” That was Sarah’s words after I got the stickers. But no, I was not being child