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“But not ‘singing angels’ good. Add a touch more zest, Adrian. And Lena, that cream filling? Darling, you’ve outdone yourself.”
Her praise made me blush. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” she said, wagging a spoon. “Tomorrow, we start on the centerpiece cake. Triple-tier. Lemon, vanilla, and almond. It’s got to be a showstopper.”
Adrian groaned good-naturedly. “You’re really trying to kill us.”
“Only creatively,” she said sweetly.
That night, as I left, I glanced once more at the door, half expecting another envelope. But there was nothing. Only the soft hush of evening rain and the distant sound of a violin playing somewhere down the street.
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