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I decided to eat cake, I really like cake especially the chocolate and cheese cake from Dessert Paradise because it’s so delicious but Rackie doesn’t want sweet, she likes sour or salty food which she used to love sweets. While I was looking for the cake in the refrigerator, Art suddenly passed at my back. “Sorry for what Red showed earlier, he’s tired because he had a lot of work to do in the hospital and besides the frustration he feels towards himself for not being able to help Rackie.” I just nod while eating the chocolate cake I saw in the ref. “Are you listening to me?” he ask which I answer with just a nod. “You eat cake out of irritation, aren’t you health conscious?”

Athena's POV ''The flavour of the cake?'' The baker asks us and I turn my head to look at Alex and he does the same. We both just stare at the cakes in awe. We really don't know which once. After tasting almost all of the cake, I kind of got confused. There's this red velvet cake, chocolate cake, vanilla cake, cheese cake, rainbow cake. ''Um... would you give us a moment?'' I try to smile at the baker but he rolls his eyes before walking away. I breathe out, ''Okay, so, which one?'' I turn to Alex.

{TW: reckless and dangerous behavior} The lights went out suddenly. "Happy birthday to you!" Damien started, his voice loud and clear. A large, extravagant three-tiered birthday cake was rolled out, illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. It was a masterpiece: the bottom tier a deep chocolate adorned with intricate golden swirls and rich red roses; the middle tier a classic vanilla, decorated with delicate lace-like patterns and silver pearls; and the top tier a striking strawberry, covered in a smooth white fondant with a single elegant rose at the center.

Which include her and Prince Caspian. "Peachie, remember my cake?" Mourge suddenly ask. She lay down beside Mourge. "Which cake?" This woman inveted a lot of cakes that minor can't eat. Mourge giggled. "The unchosen cake." Ah~ the one with the beer design. "Yup. It's bittersweet. But I love it." Taking a bite in that cake makes her a little dizzy for no reason. But maybe she's tired that day? Or it is because of the hot weather?

she smiled, wiggling her eyebrows. "I don't think so," Sarah said flatly and Kaitlyn's eyebrows snapped together. "I mean it's not exactly common for someone who likes you to treat you like shit and then ram his dick into you when he wants" She shrugged. Kaitlyn stared back at her, slack-jawed. "He doesn't treat me like shit" she started. "And that's a very weird way to put it, Sarah".

Another woman rolled in a giant board covered with cake designs. Each one looked like a building. Some had five layers. Some had seven. One looked tall enough to need an elevator. I stared at them. “Why are they so tall?” I asked. “They symbolize prosperity,” the planner explained proudly. I pointed at the tallest one. “That one symbolizes back pain.” Marco snorted again. Luca glanced at the cake designs. “Pick one.” I squinted at them. “They all look like skyscrapers.” The planner clasped her hands together nervously.

She then cut a piece of cake and fed it to me. The taste of the cake in my mouth was a symphony of flavors. The cake itself was rich and moist, with a deep cocoa essence that was both sweet and slightly bitter, creating a perfect balance. Chocolate cake. "So what did you wish for?" she asked with curiosity shining in her eyes. I smirked, shaking my head in disagreement, "If I tell you, it won't come true." Kaerlia's laughter filled the room, and it was a sound that brought warmth and comfort to me. Her presence was a bright spot in what had been a challenging time for me.

"Go play with the other children. I'll be back in a moment with the cake." "Okay." Dulcie nodded. After making sure that Grace was not angry, she ran back with confidence. There was no doubt that there would be cake. Zaden had ordered two super big cakes from a dessert shop. Other than the two store-bought cakes, Grace had offered to make one for them personally. After all, she was a chef and also very knowledgeable about desserts. The cake was still in the oven. After chatting with them, Grace went back into the kitchen. Dulcie returned to the center of the room and proudly announced to everyone, "There will be three cakes later. One of them was specially made for us by our mother!"

He dominates the conversation like always talking about politics, work, church, the price of gas. At one point, Jamie mentions how she’s thinking of studying psychology, and Dad cuts her off to say, “That’s not a real science. You should go into accounting.” She rolls her eyes. “Okay, Uncle.” Mum shoots her a warning look. I push the food around my plate. It tastes fine, but it feels wrong. Like I’m eating a memory that’s gone stale. When dinner’s over, I help Mum with the dishes. The cousins move to the living room, their laughter floating faintly over the clinking plates. Dad’s voice hums through the walls, calling someone on the phone, discussing stocks.

Papa Charley came over to Melody, “This is turning out nice.” “Could you and Cameron bring out the cakes for me?” Each twin had their own cake. Both cakes were three tiers high, the only difference was one was decorated with pretty ponies and the other had dinosaurs. As Cameron came to help with the cake, Melody had to ask, “Cameron, this is my first celebration here, is it good enough or do I need to do something more?” “You have done a great job. The pack loves it, they are having a good time.”