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Of course he would recognize us. Forcing down a full-blown attack of panic, I raised a shoulder and said in my calmest voice, “You must have seen one of our ads. We’re all over Supernatural Media.” Nodding, he turned his attention back to Griff. “Proceed.” “The sugar and almond flour in our macarons are guaranteed to melt in your mouth, Your Majesty.” “Did Fenrisúlr try one?” the Fae King nodded at the Tupperware. “I’m afraid most wolves enjoy the taste of meat,” Griff replied.

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

She tells him while switching to taste the meringue tartlets. Marion Whitfield. His name fits his personality, alright. Like he knows he’s fine and all that. Yeah, handsome devil. “Care to tell me which one you’ll taste first, Demetria?” He asks me, looking at me, head tilted, undressing me with his seductive eyes. I need to find myself a man. I’m aroused. “Aside from the cinnamon cookies, that's my favourite yet”. He added. “I’d go for the meringue tartlet, one of my favourites”. I tell him, my eyes on the plate.

Madeline's POV "So, which of these options do you prefer?" The pastry chef smiled as she arranged an elaborate selection of sweets on the white marble table of her boutique. The place was one of those expensive Belmonte spots—pale pink walls, crystal chandeliers, and a display case that looked more like a jewelry store than a bakery. "We have gourmet pistachio chocolate truffles, coconut truffles with Brazilian nuts, caramel fudge bites made with artisanal dulce de leche, and mini Belgian chocolate éclairs that have been a huge hit at this season’s events."

Without demanding proof. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I always knew someone had framed me. But I never imagined the hatred toward me had grown so deep. I still don’t know who did it, or why.” Princess Elara placed a comforting hand on my shoulder before changing the subject. She was standing beside a marble counter, carefully mixing flour inside a silver bowl. “I’ve been trying to make Moon Butter Cookies,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. “My mother makes the best in the kingdom. No matter how hard I try, they never taste the same.”

Our desserts are bought to our table by Perseus the was a nice selection on offer glad I let sampson choose to order. Perseus put another plate down in the middle of the table with round cookie looking things all in various colours he looks to me and says “you can’t come here without trying these I made them myself they are a big hit here they are on the house” I pick up a pink one and bite into it my mouth it feels like I’m having an orgasm they are delicious it’s a combination of a crunchy outside layer then it breaks into a chewy texture with a cream filling that’s not too over powering. I smile in delight what are these cookies called they are the best sweet I’ve ever eaten. He giggles a

"They're better than the ones Madam Lin makes. Don't tell her I said that." I laughed, crouching to wipe her face with the handkerchief Adrian produced from his pocket—a gesture so practiced it was almost invisible. "We have to take pictures with the judges, little one. Can you be very grown-up for ten minutes?" Hope considered this, her head tilting in a gesture that was pure Adrian. "Will there be more cookies after?" "All the cookies you can eat." "Deal." She stuck out her hand for a solemn shake, and I took it, marveling at the small perfect bones of her fingers, the nails still rimmed with clay from the sculpture she'd been "helping" me with that morning.

Adriano muttered, dragging the word out, “Sure you were.” Dante ignored him completely, turning toward Madeleine like he had just remembered something extremely important. “That reminds me,” he said brightly, way too brightly. “Maddie, how’s Flan?” Madeleine looked up mid-bite, already suspicious, “He’s fine,” she said cautiously. Dante nodded seriously, “You said he was sick last week,” he continued, leaning forward slightly. “Is it cancer?” Madeleine gasped like he had just set her hair on fire, “Oh my God, Dante!” she cried, “Flan is fine! It’s not cancer!”

“Fine, I promise. But I think I’ll be okay. Besides, baking is therapeutic. It’s hard to feel faint when you’re covered in flour.” Mia laughed again, the sound brightening the room. “Well, just don’t go mixing up the salt and sugar. We wouldn’t want Beta Damon thinking you’re trying to poison him with your cookies.” “Oh, trust me,” I said, shaking my head as I scooped more dough. “I’m only trying to sweeten him up. No poisons here!” As the cookies began to bake, the warm aroma filled the kitchen, mingling with our laughter. It felt good to share this moment with Mia, to let go of my worries, if only for a little while. I could already envision Damon’s surprised face when I gifted him the coo

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.