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“Miss Bree, I was about to bring you snack.” I stared at the cake before my eyes turned to Rogue. He was shamelessly staring at me and didn’t even look away when I caught him staring. I gasped violently but he just chuckled and looked at the female employee who’s talking to him. What is he doing? Did he bring the cake? I saw the gigantic cake on a table and I felt like I’d pass out. Why did he bring a cake here? Is there a celebration? “Miss Bree, Mr. Ryder bought us cake. He treated us since tonight is his graduation.”

Alpha Richard, a tall and imposing man with a warm smile, shook Evelyn’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Evelyn. You’ve done an incredible job. This celebration is beautiful”. “Thank you. It’s an honour to have you here to share in this special night” She smiled graciously. As we continued to meet and greet guests, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. The lights dimmed slightly, and a spotlight shone on the centre of the hall. A collective gasp went up from the crowd as a massive, four-tier cake was wheeled in, adorned with delicate sugar flowers and shimmering decorations. The cake was a masterpiece, a testament to the love and care that had gone into planning this surprise

********** After some time, both Shivika descended stairs like a royal couple hand in hand. They came down, she was again speechless seeing the cake, it was Beauty and Beast her fave Disney characters (just like them) cake and gold, white, Disney castle cake. She fed everyone Her Father, Tej and Shakthi one by one took her for dance, then OmRu Finally, it was our Beauty and her Beast, they swayed their hips to lyrics, they were the center of attraction. They were still dancing, holding each other, Annie-“Thank you shiv”

Sheila offered a strained smile, reluctantly clinking glasses with him, then immediately turned away, eager to pull out her phone and call Killian with the good news. Just then, however, the lights in the entire banquet hall suddenly went out. “Ah!” Sheila, like everyone else, jumped in surprise. Then, a single spotlight flared, illuminating the entrance to the banquet hall. Sheila and the crowd looked towards the light. A festive and exquisitely decorated cake was being rolled in. A four-tiered custom cake glided slowly forward. Its cream frosting replicated the phoenix pattern from "Phoenix Reborn", and perched atop were two Q-version figurines, modeled after the drama's main characters, h

"Your face," Cleo said, delighted, pressing her cheek against my hip. "You didn't know, did you? Caius asked me when your birthday was." She bounced on her toes. "He said we had to do something. Ruth made the cake." "Honey glaze,” Ruth beamed. “Caius insisted.” Honey glaze cake was my favorite. I didn’t think I could afford it this year. “Thank you,” I whispered, glancing at Caius.

I said. "I was in the neighborhood." "Tribeca is not in this neighborhood." "I took a long way." He came to the counter, leaned against it, looked at the cake. "What is that?" "Salted caramel layer cake. Corporate order for tomorrow." "It looks incredible." "It is incredible." I kept frosting. "Sit down. I'll be ten minutes." He didn't sit down. He stayed at the counter. This was new.

At Aeron sounding like he might be relinquishing a little control. He laughs, his hand grazing my cheek. “Rosalie.” He murmurs and it takes all my control not to flush with arousal, right here, right in front of his entire family. His lips curl like he can see it in my face, and I wonder if this is also a tease. “….Rosalie, this cake is incredible.” Savannah says and we both turn quickly. I made a three-tiered red velvet and mascarpone cake especially for today. It’s not my favourite but everyone else seems to love it and I know Savannah has a seriously sweet tooth.

Her expression clearly said, I’m only doing this so no one dies. Next to her, Kyara danced with a spatula in one hand and a bottle of strawberry syrup in the other. Aurora? Sitting at the dining table with oversized glasses, carefully spooning batter into a tray while muttering, “These ratios are not scientifically ideal.” And then... Mischa. That kid had a tiny apron on, standing on a step stool, carefully placing sprinkles on the cake like she was deploying military troops. “Mischa says cake needs symmetry or people will be... sad,” Max giggled, spinning the camera to show a cake that looked like Saturn if it were painted by a toddler Impressionist.

Drank juice boxes and soda until Kira worried about the sugar crash that would inevitably come later. Finally, it was time for cake. The staff wheeled out the massive dragon cake they’d ordered. Two tiers decorated with detailed fondant scales and sugar crystal accents. Lily gasped when she saw it. “It’s so pretty!” “Don’t get too attached,” Ethan said. “We’re about to destroy it.” Everyone gathered around the table. Kira and Adrian stood on either side of the cake while the kids positioned themselves in front. Someone started singing happy birthday and everyone joined in. Off-key and enthusiastic. The kids swayed side to side, grinning at each other.

It was impeccable for him that his eyes start to sparkle. The cake shop had a serene ambiance, the smell was not too sweet and not too heavy for the nose. “Welcome, Sir.” A soft jingle was heard after the staff open the door with a full smile. “Celebration?” the staff asked as if he can read his mind. “You can choose your own toppings and can even lessen the sugar if you desire.” It was hard to sell cakes but the staff made enough effort for Davi to nod his head. When he graduated, he never had the time to celebrate. Today, he wanted to give himself a pat on the back and a little treat. He checks out the cake one by one before settling on the simple white coating cake with a grass design.