Novel & Cerita Roller Coaster Cake Topper

I soaked in every syllable, every emotion. Then, the lights dimmed once more, and at the end of the corridor, Dwayne emerged. He pushed a food cart slowly forward, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips as he sang a soft, slow rendition of "Happy Birthday." My heart stuttered. On the cart sat the most stunning cake I had ever seen—a multi-tiered masterpiece covered in delicate, hand-painted sugar flowers that cascaded down the sides like a garden in full bloom. The base was adorned with intricate gold filigree, and at the very top sat a miniature sugar sculpture of a chef’s hat resting beside a tiny, edible whisk. The rich aroma of vanilla, caramelized sugar, and fresh berries filled the

And on the other side, there was a wagon converted into a buffet with four amazing six tiered cakes. All four cakes were rustic themed but the bottom layers were blue, green, yellow, and a blush pink. Near the back entrance there were several tables covered with presents for the babies. Presents of all shapes and sizes, they were so thankful to belong to a pack as close and loving as the one they are the Queens of.

Mirage’s P.O.V I gasped as the sight unfolded in front of me. The entire rooftop had been decorated with fairy lights as well as candles and bouquets of red roses everywhere. And right at the centre of it all was a large table set for a bunch of people, with drinks and tons of food. But what really caught my attention was the gigantic cake right at the centre…not just any cake…a geode cake, with amethyst as the prime colour. And at the top of the cake were two purple candles with the numbers two and three side by side.

“Please pardon me, Calla. Would you please elaborate on the ingredients you used to make this cake?” Calla grins at her instantly definitely happy that one of us was paying attention to the detailed ingredients. “Certainly, sweetie! To give it that warm, cozy flavor, we use ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice. Additionally, we added a premium combination of Colombian coffee and deep, dark chocolate to make the mocha buttercream. Honestly, it’s a match made in cake heaven.”

After a while, Luna Nina's voice came over the speakers. "We would like to have everyone join us for the traditional cake. It was made by none other than our very own Nadia!" Everyone cheered, my mom was the greatest baker in the pack. Everyone loved her special desserts, cakes, and pies. The waiters rolled the huge cake into the room. Everyone gasped, it was stunning. The cake stood four tiers high. The rich royal blue and gold colors could only be achieved with a special touch. The cake had sparklers lit surrounding every tier. In big letters, the words "Happy Birthday Alphas" was written on the top tier. The top had a group of sparklers that were blue and gold. It was stunning, to say the

I feel sad as I wave them off but it’s important they have a good relationship with their Dad. I get straight to work on Rosie’s cake, baking four tiers of Funfetti sponge with a vanilla buttercream. I can’t help myself from licking the spoon, it’s the best bit of baking. I calve the cake into the shape of a ballgown and pop a Cinderella doll in the centre, using blue fondant to create the gown and then dust the dress with an edible shimmer. I stand back and admire my work, I know she’s going to love it.

" I am just finishing it." " We need to deliver this cake by evening. So, move your hands fast and less feet." He ordered me and I nodded it.With Paul’s words ringing in my ears, I turned my attention back to the cake. I worked quickly but carefully, determined to finish the decorations before the evening deadline. I smoothed the buttercream on the second tier, creating delicate swirls and rosettes with practiced ease. Then, I moved on to the top tier, carefully stacking the layers of moist vanilla sponge cake and spreading rich buttercream frosting between each one.

“Proof that Leo takes after you. Dramatic.” I rolled my eyes, but with a smile. Then Sofia shifted to the most important topic; cake. “So,” she said, “based on what you told me earlier, I’m thinking of a simple two-tier cake. One vanilla layer, one chocolate. Decor includes tiny explorer boots, mini animals, and maybe a little fondant river.” Ellen clasped her hands. “Yes! Make it cute enough that Carrie will cry when it gets cut.” I frowned. “Why would I cry?”

the event host's voice lifted above the noise, warm and projected, "can we gather the Moretti family at the cake station? It's time to sing for our birthday boy." "Excuse me," I told Risa, walking towards where Dante and Oliver already stood. Oliver saw the cake and sat down on the grass, legs crossed, mouth open, staring up at the three-tiered creation that had been designed to look like a dinosaur emerging from a volcanic island. It had been made by a bakery in London who had flown their lead confectioner in yesterday specifically for this, which was information I had given Dante's credit card and chosen not to examine too closely.

"Yep. Swatch is behind you. Remember you need a bit more brown than it says otherwise it comes out a bit pink..." "I know, I know..." "Don't deny an old woman her fun." "You're not old. You're mature... like Stilton," I added, grinning. "Ooh, you cow. No coffee for you." I stuck out my tongue and got to work mixing up a batch of the base tint. The cake was going to be fairly simple as these things went, three white fondant-sheathed tiers with a spiral of red sugar roses on dark sugar-work vines, with edible sugar-infused rice-paper leaves and other little hidden treasures, all sitting on a bed of edible, individually-decorated petals...