Harry Styles Cakes Novels & Stories

“Trust me, better than this lot.” “What flavor are you going for?” Laura asks. “I want it to be three-tiered. The bottom will be raspberry and white chocolate, the middle will be caramel, and the top will be a classic Victoria sponge.” Ava claps her hands together as she lists each one. Laura smiles in agreement. “Sounds tasty.” “But which style do you think? The decoration of the cake is important to me. It has to be a little out there but also not too much.” Ava bites her lip as if she’s about to chew the entire thing off while Laura moves closer to the screen for better assessment. “This with the bright flowers or this one but with a bit of sparkle?”

Harper yelled. Scarlett waved him to follow her past the display case and through a set of double doors into the bakery. A woman stood at one of the three stainless steel tables set up in the middle of the bakery. Her jet black hair was swept up under a hair net and her turquoise T-shirt was covered in white powder. She had an airbrush machine in one hand and her focus was on a cake that seemed to be made of balloons. "Wow, this is amazing." Scarlett got a few feet closer then stopped.

"Does this place at least have coffee, do you think?" "I know they do," Harper assured him, opening her door. Freezing wind whipped strands of hair that had escaped her French twist across her face, and she shivered before pulling herself out of the bucket seat. "Mrs. Overbay will have a fresh pot on and, if we're lucky, she may have some apple dapple." "What in the world is an apple dapple?" Cam asked, throwing his hands up in the air and giving her a piercing look. "It's a special kind of apple cake. You'll love it!" Harper let the wind slam the car door shut and headed for the warmth of the small, country store.