Novel & Cerita Dessert Drawings

She walked up to them and laughed out; they looked as if they were made by some kid. There were many such drawings carefully framed and decorated on the wall; there were drawings of mountains, houses, something that looked like elephant, flowers and apple. Bee was a brilliant artist and couldn't stop herself from criticizing them. She said to herself, "These are so childish, why would he keep them framed?"

She turned the last page. The final drawing of the year was new, made that week, placed in the portfolio while she was not watching. It showed the dining room table from the Christmas Eve dinner, every figure in place, the chandelier above, the centerpiece with its dried flowers from the garden. Every person connected to every other person. At the top, in the letters he used for things he considered settled and complete: OURS. She sat with it for a long time. Damien came to sit beside her.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” He kissed her on the forehead, the familiar warmth of her skin almost undoing him completely. Tessa grabbed his hand, tugging at it with excitement. “Come look! I made something.” Kris let her pull him across the room, each step feeling like a lead weight. She led him to the floor where a pencil drawing lay on a sheet of paper. Kris sat down beside her, feeling numb as he looked at the drawing. It was simple—just three stick people. A man, a woman, and a little girl in between them holding both of their hands.

Ethan was patient and encouraging, and by the end, Jems felt almost confident in the saddle. As the sun began to set, they returned to the house for dessert, and Jems gasped when she saw what waited for them. A massive chocolate fountain sat in the center of an elegantly decorated room, surrounded by every dessert imaginable. There were French macarons, Italian cannolis, delicate fruit tarts, cream puffs, eclairs, truffles, cookies, brownies, and countless other treats. There were fresh fruits for dipping in the chocolate, marshmallows, pretzels, and everything else. Christopher, who had been given space all day but had clearly enjoyed the amenities of the estate, was already there. He looke

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I should think about this too. It was nearing afternoon when Drew said goodbye, thanking me for sampling his new dessert and for listening to his lengthy process of making the dessert. I also thanked him in return. He said he needed to go back to the shop so that he could write the recipe and have his patissiers and patissieres make the dessert. He ‘s sure that it would be a hit to everyone. I waved him goodbye as he closed the doors of my office, and I soon came back to my work. So much needs to be done, and to top it all, some letters about marriage are mixed in with the pile.

Three benches that were dedicated to desserts had on them lemon tarts, crème brûlée, orange blossom cakes, minted strawberries fresh from the garden, meringues so beautifully shaped it was a pity to eat them and apple strudels served with ice-cream. There were decadent chocolate bonbons that oozed rum cream on the first bite. Drinks for the children ranged from orange juice to candy apple punch, whereas the grown-ups socialized around a waterfall wine chiller and champagne fountain that sparkled with flames. I looked around to find where Josie was so we could sit down at the table for Maya's announcement. She was there next to a friend of hers, looking beautiful as always. My heart ricochets

She had to be there early, so I could go backstage with her and brought my dessert sample along. I made the cutest tiny cakes ever. They were bite-sized cubic and sphere-shaped delights. Each one was designed with a detailed chocolate coating, vanilla, and butter-icing sprinkled with edible gold glitters. I imagined light shining from inside the box when I opened the lid. The luckiest sweet-tooths would feel like a pirate discovering the hidden treasure. "Wow Azra, they look so kawaii!" Clarice cried when she took a peek inside the box. "They're pure artwork! I don't know whether to eat them or display them."

It was a unique kind of dessert that five-star hotels brought out when they wanted to make an impression before you had even asked for anything. We finished both of them without much conversation. Just the two of us… the quiet of the room, and the specific comfort of being somewhere that had nothing to do with ‘restaurants, fathers or women with agendas.’ By the time the plates were cleared, neither of us was particularly hungry for anything else to eat. Liam reached into the bag he had brought and pulled out a large sketchbook. And also a pencil. I looked at it. Then at him. "Can I have a sketch of you?" he asked.

Knowing he would be happy to elaborate on the topic of himself, she kept the conversation focused there for the remainder of the meal. When he returned to clear their meal, the waiter presented a dessert tray. Though she declined quickly, Teri’s gaze lingered a few seconds too long looking over the delectables presented, a sumptuous display of petit fours, rich chocolate cake and berry-topped cheesecake, sugar-crusted crème brulee and pie a la mode. “Something for your sweet tooth, Teri?” Dr. Johansen reviewed the bill as their waiter departed, his eyes flicking up to hers when she took too long to answer.