Novel & Cerita So Happy I'm Thirty Cake

“you haven't even started your new job yet and you are spending all the rest of your money.” She drag a sigh as she takes out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. “Please, don't give me shit for buying a ten dollar cake.” She sits facing me directly, and she sticks two disposable spoons into the small sized cake. This gesture brings back a lot of memories, and I find myself smiling. It's like I'm ten again, and I'm watching Jurassic Park with mum, and sharing a whole cake. Normally, it would be a treat because it'd be my birthday.

Gosh no. Yet I like to humor him. "Fine, for today's date, I won't care," I pick up my menu again. "And I think I'm going to go with the roasted duck. I've heard that one is tasty." "You don't want something more luxurious?" He shrugs. "It's my treat since it's your birthday," a teasing grin spreads over his lips. "The big thirty, huh? Are you freaking out yet? I don't think thirty is old, but... it's when people realize they are no longer eighteen."

I seen four cakes I was amazed by looking at them one butterflies cake, one angel cake two girl model decorated cakes with a tree and flowers these cakes are really awesome he said "I seen you loving butterflies so this cake I bought other three I loved them so I bought did you like them" I hugged him and said "I loved them" he smiled and said "make a wish cut the cakes" I prayed that to stay longer with him always and cutted the cake feeded to him he too did the same

After the cake-cutting, Liliana made a short speech. “Thank you, everyone, for taking your time to make my day special. I hope to spend more time with you all in my thirties than I managed to in my twenties. Thank you! Goodbye 20s! Welcome 30s! I can already see the good times and the adventure. Cheers!” Everyone enjoyed the cake, chitchat, and food. Liliana and Jonathan took their time to greet and talk to every guest. Everyone invited was someone close to them.

He squeezes gently. Tessa hands out the cake slices and everyone says how awesome it tastes. Lucy gets frosting on her nose and she giggles. Owen looks so happy. Cole kisses me. I could never imagine feeling this whole. Two lives. Two chances. Three children. The day that once took every happiness from me… … now holds all of it. THE END

A big, decorated cake with my favourite color, blue, sat on the centre table, adorned with the inscription, “Happy 30th birthday, Ethan King. Immediately my mom rushed to my side, I shot her a disapproving look. “I told you not to do this.” “I'm sorry, but your aunties made this up to celebrate your thirtieth birthday.” Mom said with a smile. “Ethan,” Aunty Betty called, walking towards me with a wide smile. “Come cut your cake,” she said, pulling me toward the cake. “My Ethan is a big man now.” Aunt Lora said, giggling as she handed me the cutting knife.

"You sneaky... How did you keep this a secret?" She laughed, a sound that always made my heart skip a beat. "With a lot of help and a few white lies. Now, come on, everyone’s waiting for you to cut the cake." She led me to the center of the room, where a table loaded down with food and beverages stood. A monstrous birthday cake took pride of place, canvassed in thick layers of chocolate and enriched with my favorite candies. The number thirty- five was emblazoned on the top, candles already lit and flickering. As everybody gathered around, I felt a flood of emotions.

She had come to pick up a cake for her husband Ben's thirtieth birthday, and I was more than happy to help her out. We had crafted the cake for an entire week trying to make sure that it was perfect. Alice was throwing a party for being late tonight and she had decided to go all out. No expense was spared in terms of catering. When I asked her why this was such a big deal she said that turning thirty was an important milestone. Sam and I were of the opinion that she just missed entertaining but I went along with it. I loved Ben and was honored to be trusted with the responsibility of making his birthday cake. "Hey, Tori!" Alice greeted me cheerfully.

"For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow! Which nobody can deny!" We sang out as Nanny Suzette brought in a three-layered strawberry cake. My eyes followed the pink treat dashed with strawberries with the words Happy Retirement Gerald written in bright red gel. "Happy retirement Gerald!" I clapped my hands along with the others, surrounded by the older man, my grandfather's Beta, confidant, and friend, as he blew out the candles on his cake.

I still wasn't sure what and how much to tell her. She placed the cake in front of me but I didn't have the heart to cut such a cute, little bento cake. It was a circular cake with pink shades of cream. The gradient of baby to hot pink on the white background screamed girly. On it, with white cream, Happy 18th was written. White edible pearls were scattered over the pink surface. Addy sang Happy Birthday song while I cut the cake and together, we got high on sugar at 10 in the morning.