Licorice X Red Velvet นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Yes yes, sure this will work. Jenny stood up, she clapped her hands energetically. She had a lot to do...a lot of wedding planning...yes she wanted something Lilac-themed. Isn't it very cute? Or maroon? Hmm... She had to go to a wedding organizer. What is clear is that She wants a red velvet cake for her wedding. Ah..so much fun! She also has to prepare documents and explanations for her grandfather's family...some drama that will conclude that She and Logan are indeed still very much in love. Her grandfather would have been happy in his grave to hear that Jenny and Logan are together. Grandpa really likes Logan...

I wasn't quite sure what to do with that, but I held it close to my heart anyways. "What flavors are you doing?" he asked me. My lips quirked without looking up from the batter for the second layer. The first layer was already in the oven. "American Waffles, Peanut Butter, Red Velvet, Mississippi Mud, Cookies n' Cream, Chocolate Mint, and plain Vanilla." He gave a low whistle. "All of those mix well together?" He looked doubtful when I glanced up at him.

The call ended with a soft beep, but I stood there for a moment in the quiet of my living room, phone still in my hand, my heart filled with a warm buzz that spread all the way down to my toes. I glanced over at the cake box sitting on the counter and smiled again. The top read “Three Sweet Years” in soft gold icing, with a tiny fondant baby bootie just above the lettering. I had it custom made, half red velvet, Lysander's favorite, and half vanilla, mine. A perfect balance. Just like we always said we were.

The part isn't going the way i liked it to be. Besides the red velvet cakes everything was meh!. I settled onto one of the comfortable couches tucked away in the corner of the hall, On my plate, there was just a single slice of red velvet cake and a glass of water. I decided to pass on the wine this time, because of the mass quantity I had last night at the hotel.

Meredith pushed the thought out of her mind and spooned up the whipped cream. She found that it was not just whipped cream but it looked to be a torte. She tasted each part individually. The whipped cream was infused with a vanilla vodka of some kind. The next layer was a butter cake soaked in a limoncello. She knew her father preferred Volare’s limoncello.

I pause briefly. “I’m not interested in an entire night.” I wink at him. He smiles. “What exactly is it that you’re after then, Beautiful?” He releases my hair and tucks it gently behind my ear. “A quick fix would be adequate, wouldn’t you agree?” My eyes never leave his as I take a sip of the cocktail he had sent over not long ago. “Mmm, what is this red poison? It’s… Orgasmic.” The drink's incredibly delicious, the liquor dances over my taste buds, slowly heating my body and loosening the built-up tension.

“This will do the trick.” It’s deep cherry red.

“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

Thea poured more into her glass and spiked it with poison. "Looks like I poured too much, Sir," Thea took off her mask and looked at the glass, a bit confused. Bilwin looked at Thea openly without shame. "Sir?" Her face slightly blushed with embarrassment at her mistake. "I think I've had too much to drink, would you trade it for mine?" Bilwin nodded. “Yes, yes… trade it for mine.” He took the glass in Thea's hand without hesitation. "Cheers!" "Cheers!"

“What kind of wines do you have here?” My hands shook, but I was able to slide a plastic menu toward him. “We have quite a few. You look like a red wine kind of guy to me. Am I right?” A hint of a smile appeared around his mouth and I mentally high-fived myself for keeping my cool. “I am, yes.” “Great. Our cabernet has a base of blackcurrant, oh-so-subtle licorice, and a hint of blueberry.” I grabbed a glass and poured what I thought was