Happy Birthday Sammy Cake Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, thank God for that. How did you like the cake I made, Sister?" "It tasted absolutely delicious, Sister. Seriously, it was great. That's why I want to order again for my wedding event. One three-tier cake and five hundred mini tarts. We're planning to hold the event in two weeks. Can you do it, Sister?" Hah, in two weeks? They're in such a hurry to get married. Well, just wait, I'll give you the most wonderful gift at your wedding party.

The girl who used to be bubbly and clingy, who couldn't stop talking whenever she saw him, was now standing silently inside the door. And the man who used to be stoic and cold, who was always passive and distant, was now standing outside holding a cake. One inside. One outside. He looked at me and said softly, "Happy birthday." My gaze traveled down to the cake in his hands. He followed my eyes, glancing at the box as if confirming the contents were still intact. In that instant, images of the seaside, flowers, fireworks, and blueberry cake flooded back like a tide. I didn't even need to try to remember the details; the look of triumph on Samantha's face played on a loop in my head.