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Jamie This cake is going to haunt my dreams. It’s seven feet tall. Covered in handmade sugar peonies. Balanced on a lucite pedestal that looks like it came straight from a Kardashian baby shower. And I am ninety percent sure it’s worth more than my student loans. “Just angle slightly left,” the event planner says, flapping a clipboard in my direction like she’s warding off evil spirits. “I need to see the reflection of the pink uplighting in the fondant.”

It was just her alone with her beloved cake. ~ "Here's your cake. In exchange for the cake I ate earlier." "WOW!" I exclaimed in surprise. Agape was surprised too when Fafa Kirk put a strawberry cake in front of her with matching Strawberry-Mango Graham Shakes! "They're... for me?" She quaked unbelievingly. I can't help but to drool as I desired the cake. Sweet... "Yeah." And again, the suffocating hug happened again. "Thank you so much, Cakeu~ We're friends again!" She cheered. She let him go and Fafa Vaspe, to the rescue, handed him a tissue that he immediately accepted to wipe his bleeding nose.

Quinn, who was aside, smiled happily as she asked him, “Brother Charlie, do you like this cake?” “I like it. I really like it very much!” Charlie let out a heartfelt sigh. “I truly did not expect this cake to be so realistic!” Quinn smiled and said, “This cake was made by the best and most impressive fondant cake master in Eastcliff. The number of people who are queueing up to ask her to make fondant cakes for them is simply too many to even be counted. Moreover, many of them are very, very rich and famous people and celebrities. I had already made an appointment with her to book this birthday cake for several months now. The reason why I made my parents bring this cake all the way from East

by Christina Perri played, a song that felt like it was written for Marion and me. The deejay then handed the microphone over to Anastasia. “Okay, so the cake is not only a wedding cake but also a gender reveal cake. I’ve known if I would have a goddaughter or son for the longest, but now everyone else will know too.” Everyone cheered excitedly as Anastasia gestured for Marion and me to step up to the cake. Flashes from cameras as people took photos and recordings sounded off as Anastasia handed me the cutting knife. I didn’t care what I had, so long as it was healthy. Taking a deep and dramatic breath that made Marion shake his head at me, I pushed the thick knife down into the cake that ha

"Really. When we get home. We'll make it a tradition. Once a month, we'll get dressed up and go somewhere nice and you can order whatever you want." Her eyes light up. "Anything?" "Within reason." "Can I get—" She leans in. Whispers like it's a secret. "—the chocolate cake? The really big one? With the gold on top?" "Yes," I say. "You can get the really big chocolate cake. Every single time." She smiles. And just like that, the chaos of this flight—the fainting, the questions, Alexander's crimes against properly breaded chicken—all of it becomes worth it.

They would also probably be surprised to learn that a boy as big as he was had not begun talking yet. Uncle Roger had baked the rectangular cake at his bakery. Both the cake and the icing were light green in honor of Ralin’s magic. No one there could remember ever seeing a cake of that particular color before, but it certainly seemed fitting. It sat in the center of the dining table, which Rave had carried out into the yard from inside. He’d brought out one chair as well, for Ralin to sit on when it came time to serve the cake. Leesa decided the time to do that was now. She took Ralin’s hand and led him over to the table.

'' Noir asked . '' I haven't seen her too '' said the master . At that time Arthur came out from the kitchen bringing the huge cake for everyone to eat . '' The cake has arrived '' he said . They could only look at his feet . '' It seems delicious '' Richard commented . '' But put it down first '' said Richard . Beside the tree the cake looked smaller though compared to the size . The cake was made with whipped cream and strawberriees on top .'' I can't wait to eat it '' the master said gazing at it drooling . '' Let's eat it then '' ARthur said . '' But first the star of the day '' he said .

If he wanted, he could make a killing as a runway model, though I doubted he’d ever do anything so “basic” He returned less than five minutes later with Sweet Tooth’s signature pink-and-golden cake box tucked beneath one arm. He dumped it in my lap, snapped his umbrella closed, and reversed out of the parking spot without so much as blinking. “Do you ever smile?” I asked, peeking inside the box to make sure they hadn’t messed up the order. Nope. One Strawberry Shortcake Cheesecake, coming right up. “It might help with your condition.” “What condition?” Peter sounded bored.

The cake was delicious, and I was tempted to have a second slice after finishing my first. Just then, Sheryl stormed over to me and slapped the cake right out of my hands. I was stunned. Before I could snap back to my senses, Sherly slapped me hard across the face. The sound of the slap ringing through the air caught the attention of all the guests in the hall. "Have you lost your mind?" Sheryl roared. "Didn't you eat at home? Must you embarrass yourself in front of everyone here? Do you even know where you are right now? Who gave you permission to eat the cake?"

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” “Don’t cry,” she said, patting my back. “You’ll make your makeup run.” I laughed and pulled away. “I’m not wearing much makeup anyway.” “Good. You don’t need it.” An hour later, guests began arriving. My father was the first to come, followed by Roman’s parents. Then came my cousins, and a few close friends. It was a small group, maybe twenty people total. Exactly what we wanted. Roman arrived with the cake. It was a large, three-tier cake, covered in white frosting with gold accents. On top were two small figurines, a man and a woman, holding a baby. I smiled when I saw it. “Where’s the reveal?” I asked him. He grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Inside the cake. T