Novel & Cerita Fiona Cakes

Columba Rajadi took one of the four pieces of moon cakes and smelt it for a while. “This is coffee flavor, isn’t it?” Columba Rajadi was full of curiosity what flavors of moon cakes Queenie Qamra had baked. “Yeah… That brown one is coffee flavor… This green one is green tea flavor… The orange one is orange flavor of course… And this red one is pinky rose flavor… Hope you’ll like them… Some of my maids have tasted them and they said they liked them…” said Queenie Qamra still enthusiastically. Out of a sudden, there came Apollo Frias from behind his wife. Without being realized by those two women, Apollo Frias had been standing behind his wife.

Zane said, eyeing his best friend and mother while slicing a piece of cake. Last year, Keira baked him a Dundee cake since Zane loves almonds. And from the looks of it, his best friend went for a more traditional and classic flavor for his cake and made him a Victoria sponge cake decorated with fresh strawberries around. Everyone watched Zane have a first bite of his cake and Keira especially waited for his feedback. “Hmm… this is great.” he sincerely complimented. This immediately put a proud smile on Keira’s face before she helped herself get everyone a slice as well.

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"Although, I am flattered that you think I am. Uh, no. I own a cupcake shop." "You can bake cakes?" I asked her. Cynthia nods. "That means..." she grins. "I can bake yours and Cayden's wedding cake." "Great. I want cookie dough flavour." Cayden says. "Well, it's late." Cynthia claps her hands. "So... I'll see you guys soon?" Cayden nods. "You're still running away from dad?" Cynthia nods. "Just... don't let him know I'm here, okay?"