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'' she said, giving the little girl a warm smile as she placed three plates of dessert on the table. ''Strawberry shortcake!'' Riza burst out in delight, her eagerness to savor her beloved dessert apparent. I laughed as she took an enthusiastic first bite of the cake, adorned with fluffy cream cheese frosting and fresh strawberries. ''You love cake, don't you? And strawberries?'' I inquired, sharing her excitement, for I too was very fond of strawberries. ''Yes! I love strawberries!''' she exclaimed, shoving a piece of juicy, sweet, and bright red strawberry in her mouth.

The double layer cake that was filled with fresh strawberries was extremely beautiful. The top layer cake had been made with strawberries as a symbol of love, making it look very dreamy, and there was even a pair of angelic people on top with a pink candle wax 24 on the side. This caused Lennon's face, who was initially in the shape of a cake to stiffen, to turn red slightly. He had merely asked his mother to give him a strawberry cake. His mother must have not told the shop owner that it was for her son! This was clearly a little girl's cake.

I can hear some faint clinking of things, might be a teacup in a saucer or the tableware but— who would eat in the library at this hour? “Hello? Is anyone inside?” I asked, knocking at the door. “Come in.” said a familiar voice. I opened the door fully and I saw Drew sitting at corner of the library, holding a book in one hand and a teacup in the other. On the table in front of him lies the cupcakes— strawberry cupcakes to be exact— one that has very little icing but has a ton of candied strawberries on top. I immediately drooled upon seeing it. But got more concerned as to why Drew is here, holding a book, with a frown in his face. His lips were so thin and his eyes darted on the letter on

Normal. The bakery smelled like heaven the second we stepped in vanilla and strawberries wrapped in caramel promises. I paused at the door just to breathe it in. Liliana didn’t. “Strawberry shortcake!” I called. She spun with a wicked grin. “Only if you’re paying. I treated last time.” I groaned, digging into my wallet. “Could you not announce that to the entire planet?” She flipped her braids. “You’re welcome.” I slid into a booth by the window, phone already in my hand.

The whole country knew he didn’t have any siblings, so how could he possibly have a niece? I knew exactly what he was doing—this was just an excuse to get close to me. But I wasn’t complaining. Fate seemed to be working in my favor without me doing anything. I had thought it would be difficult to attract Travis Moore, but it turned out everything was falling into place much easier than I had expected. “What does she like?” I asked. “Strawberry.” “I’m sorry but we’re out of strawberry cake." “How about red velvet?” “Also sold out.”

The top was adorned with vibrant, fresh strawberries, their ruby red hues glistening with a hint of sugar, while a dusting of powdered sugar framed the edges like a delicate veil. Atop the masterpiece sat a dollop of whipped cream, perfectly swirled and inviting. The entire creation rested on a white plate, garnished with a sprig of mint that added a pop of green, making it look even more elegant. I couldn't help but smile at its beauty; it seemed to embody a sense of joy that momentarily distracted me from the heavy conversations they had just shared. “Enjoy,” the waiter said with a nod before leaving them to their meal. Alexander noticed the faint smile on her lips and couldn’t believe how

Please help me prepare all the tools and I will finish it right here. - That's crazy. – Jenny hissed. David nodded slightly and then signaled to the two assistants next to him. They quickly left to prepare drawing paper and paints for Samson. Lucasta, Calantha, Michael, and everyone else present turned their eyes to the handsome guy, their faces expressing both disbelief and shock. That painting was drawn by Drake within ten hours but he dared to commit to only needing fifteen minutes. Furthermore, the entire face of the girl in the painting was damaged and could not be seen clearly because of the watermelon juice and the large tear.

Lexi also wanted to make the cake as a surprise for Norm, and Marcus I had seen her drawings for it, and it was impressive. It was going to be a three tiered chocolate cake, with buttercream frosting. She was going to have a waterfall of blue icing going down all three layers of the cake, ending in a pond at the bottom. She was going to decorate the sides of each tier with flowers, and trees. At the top she was making two wolves that would have their heads tucked together standing in a meadow. It was going to take a lot of work, but I knew she would pull it off. I had also agreed to make my croissants as an appetizer.

Avery sat in the back seat when her internal phone buzzed with a message from Dominic. It was a photo—a handwritten menu resting on the edge of the dinner tablecloth. Dominic: "Dorothea says the strawberry cake for tonight has to be sliced by you personally. Don't make her wait too long." Avery stared at the crooked little hand-drawn strawberry and smiled in spite of herself. She looked out the window and said softly to Drake, "Stop at that florist on the corner. I want to buy some daisies for Dorothea."

The candy had been strawberry flavored and the woman had smiled like she was sharing a secret. Then she drew the collapse. The broken line of the south wall. The shift in the load path. The steel frame twisted and bent. The rubble spilling across the garden. The dust hanging in the air like a fog. Her pencil moved faster now, the lines heavier, more urgent. The drawing was not pretty. It was precise. It was a map of destruction.