Lavender Scones And Second Chances 소설 & 이야기

Laura was showing her care and love. The last thing she ever desired to receive from anyone. “Can we get our ice cream and leave already?" Kensington snorted, her nose flared in disgust. Laura was appalled. She had the wrong thoughts. “Okay," Laura pushed off her weird thoughts and returned to the ice cream stand. She was slightly worried about her change of attitude as she asked for another ice cream. “Give me two cups of vanilla…” "I want a cup of the strawberry,” Kensington cut in sharply, pulling out a note from her back pocket.

“We’ll find something you can stomach.” I didn’t reply him. The silence drew out. “They brought in the new pastry chef from Tuscany,” Karina offered, breaking the silence. “Said he’s a genius with lavender crème brûlée.” “Lavender,” I murmured, more to myself than her. That had been my idea, once. The softest details, the little things that Zane used to say made him feel like he could breathe. This was torture. Reliving the past dessert by dessert, and having Zane dismiss them all? Why did I suggest this menu anyway?

Ryan had made the comment that I knew the paperwork could be shared. My hand moved automatically through the invoices for the gala, signature, initials, next page. Until an envelope with a seal made me pause. The crest of the Southern Council pressed into wax. The corners of my mouth slowly lifted, the use of parchment and a wax seal suited his way of thinking perfectly. I had to admit, his customs suited him. I opened the envelope with my ‘old-fashioned’ letter opener. It was a confirmation of attendance for tomorrow’s gala. Confirming attendance was not something usually done anymore for these kinds of events. I was about to set the letter aside when my eye caught a handwritten line at the

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

Something that felt like the first spark of a fire I didn't know I'd been carrying. Lunch was tacos. Michael argued about salsa again, and Lena updated us on her grandmother's emoji saga, which had taken a new turn involving a tooth and a clock. "I think she's telling me she has a dentist appointment. Or she's counting down to something. Or she's just messing with me. At this point, all three are equally likely." Derek appeared with a small container of rosemary cheddar scones and a nervous expression. "These are the test batch for tonight. I need honest feedback before I commit to a full tray."

I relaxed back into Leo and his hand went around me since we were sharing a couch. A waiter soon arrived and gave us the menu and we picked out our food. I picked Apple harvest salad and Green goddess sandwich and everyone was fascinated with that and decided to go along with the twin dish, only Adrian added a topping of Asparagus. The waiter left with his smart suit and cherry smile leaving us to our mischief. “So what else did Kim tell you apart from the fact that I'm hot and the belle of the school?” trust Sandy to never keep her mouth shut. I humphed, I'm in and there is no way out of this unless you kill her.

Katherine quickly left and ran out the store. Emily still confused followed her out but she was gone. "What the fuck was that about" She mumbled. ______________________________________ The Kent Estate. Jackson arrived home in a good humor. The contract with the Anderson Family is done and dusted work can start on Black Mountain. "Tonight we shall have the good stuff" he went to the wine seller and grabbed a bottle of wine. "Domaine de la Romanee-Conti Romanee-Conti Grand Cru 1972" Jackson kissed the bottle and made his way back to his study.

It held. Luca let out a breath, low and steady. “We’re done.” The words sat there, heavy, like they needed a second to make sense. I stared at the vial. My fingers twitched. “We’re done?” I repeated, like an idiot. Luca gave the smallest nod. “Almost.” Almost? Before I could open my mouth, he reached for something else. Another vial. Different. Not like the others. Not plant-based. Not chemical. Something other.

, Harry is pointing to a meringue nest coated in fresh cream and strawberries, “Well, we are on holiday” I say, “What would you two like?” I say to Joshua and Rosie. Joshua chooses a foot long bacon and cheese baguette and Rosie chooses a chocolate fudge brownie, I’m tempted by the cream tea breakfast but decide to wait for a proper Cornish tea when we arrive, I’ll get the croissant and an Oat milk dirty chai latte.

I grab the meat and the lemons for the Lycan dish, then I grab potatoes and tomatoes for my favorite werewolf stew. Before I know it, I’m making the famous "Elysian Delight" , the dish Lyric had shown me that first day of my training but this time, it's with a twist, my very own Werewolf twist. I replace the spicy lemon soup with a hearty potato stew and decide to grill the meat slightly to enhance the flavors. Hours pass and I get lost in the cooking process, I’m completely moving by natural instinct now. A few more hours pass… and the dish is finally done.