Novel & Cerita Licorice Cookie X Red Velvet

“We’re going to make it unforgettable. All of it.” **** Back in the car on the way home, Matteo had his head in my lap, scrolling through the raw shots Candice had sent. “We look good,” he muttered, satisfied. “We do,” I said, glancing at Luca who was holding my hand across the middle seat. “We really do,” Luca agreed. Then Matteo sat up suddenly. “Okay but now I’m stressed about the wedding cake again. Should we do red velvet or tiramisu?” “Why not both?” I offered.

I asked another thing, though the display shows brownies as well. "Yes." "Brownies or cookies. What do you think?" Yeah, I knew. It was a silly question. Still, I asked to prolong our interaction. Ruby took a deep breath and closed their eyes as if to suppress anger and not snap at me. "It depends on your preference. Both cake and cookies are worth trying." "You know what I like. But, okay. I will take the cake. The red velvet. I want two. One for you and one for me to enjoy while waiting for you working at the cafe there."

It was topped with cocoa powder and a beautiful chocolate bar. The red velvet had a pleasing pinkish-red color, adorned with a few slices of fresh strawberries created by Lani, making it look irresistible. Joyfully, Lani packaged them in two small paper boxes, carefully placing them in a bag before placing them on the table. Then, she and Kane changed into different clothes. Lani even applied light makeup before they set off together to Maris's house.

“I think I’ll go with that. And maybe a few daisies to add a bit of whimsy.” They spent the next hour going back and forth—figuring out the menu, debating the right choice for the cake, and deciding on the perfect music playlist. They disagreed on some things, like whether the band should play live jazz or acoustic music, but the little arguments only deepened their connection. “I still don’t understand why you want vanilla with strawberry filling,” Gabriel said, his brows furrowing playfully as he jotted down his notes. “Red velvet is where it’s at.” “Red velvet is overrated,” Lydia shot back with a laugh. “Vanilla is classic, light, and fresh—perfect for the warm weather. Red velvet is all

“Wow.” Tristan blinked. “This tastes like childhood and sin combined.” Rose laughed. “I’m putting that on my website.” We tasted lemon coconut, red velvet, and almond cream. Everything was good, but Tristan and I both kept going back to the chocolate hazelnut. “I think we found our winner,” he said, licking a bit of frosting off his thumb. “I think so too,” I smiled. “It’s… us.” “Rich and dangerous?” he teased. I laughed. “Sweet and a little dramatic.”