Strawberry Shortcake Huckleberry Finn の小説・ストーリー

She actually went out with her friends. “Wanna grab a bite?” She asked. “I hate sweets, remember?” I snorted. “It's strawberry.” She sing-songed. Strawberry. Caden's favourite. He ate it with everything. Strawberry tea, strawberry cake, strawberry everything. I realized I hadn't said anything and cleared my throat. “I don't care.” “Hmph. More for me then.” She shrugged and pushed open the lid. I paused the show when I heard the home phone ring.

It’d been an exhausting day, and a very drunk Hollis in particular was begging Kendra to make her famous no-bake strawberry cheesecake non-stop. No, really. Non. Fucking. STOP. The whole time they were making their rounds before leaving, and even in the Uber on the way back to her town home. Drunk and with no plans to relent, Kendra and Whitney both had to sit there and listen to her plead over and over for the tasty, fluffy treat as she made herself comfortable against the smallest girl’s shoulder. Just like always, whiny Hollis got her own way and was groaning with gratitude from where she was draped across Kendra and Whitney’s couch an hour later.

“Fine, just a shortcake.” “Let’s bake a strawberry shortcake, then!”

IZZY POV We had a quiet dinner that night. Joanna had pulled out the stops, making all of my favorites. I didn’t have an appetite, but I tried everything because I knew it would please her. The strawberry shortcake was the grand finale, done to perfection using sponge cake instead of the biscuits that were traditional. Just the way I liked it. I stood up from the table and turned to Joanna. “Thank you for the most delicious meal,” I said with a smile. Joanna gave me a watery smile back.

One of her maids brought two platters of cake for me to taste, and I gladly dumped the flashcards. "This is strawberry shortcake," Lucy said, pointing to one of the platters. "And this is chocolate ganache. Try both and let me know which one you prefer for the dessert menu." I took a small bite of each and savored the flavors before deciding on the strawberry shortcake. "This one is my favorite," I said, pointing to the platter. "Good choice," Lucy said with a smile. "I'll make sure to have it added to the menu. Now, let's move back to the flashcards dear."

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.”

I think. "you brought more food? " i ask "we just had breakfast." "and i brought deserts "he uses his hands to point at them each before explaining. "cranberry and coconut chip pie, red velvet sponge cake, your favorite strawberry smoothie "he says picking up the drink, "i don't think it's as cold anymore but if you still want it" he hands it over to me and i can't wipe away the wide grin on my face. "plus your special pack of peanuts of course "

So why does it still hurt so damn much? I sniff, trying to steady myself, to rebuild some small piece of composure. I look down at the half-cake in my hands, the one I’d baked with trembling fingers and too much hope. Strawberry shortcake—his favorite. I even piped a little rose on top. Now it looks ridiculous in my arms, like a love letter written to a ghost. He doesn’t care. Not really. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turn and begin to make my way toward the main hall. I need to get away. I need to think.

" He suggested it. It won't hurt to try. I took a sip of the strawberry shake. I... "You like it? What did you feel?" "Nothing. I feel nothing special." It is sweet but has a little sour taste. Did I really enjoy eating delicacies with strawberry flavor before? Why do I feel like it's just an ordinary taste? "Really? But you like it. I even treated you to an ultimate strawberry shortcake before... because you said you love them," Drake said with a curious and disappointed look. "Maybe... as my memories fade, so do my tastes…?"

[Isabella Hayes] I took a cab to the brunch spot Adrian had suggested we meet at. Sweet Cakes. He’s not exactly a big fan of sweets, although he has an unhealthy obsession with anything strawberry-related; meanwhile, I don’t like strawberries. No allergies; I just don’t like the taste of anything strawberry. We’re opposites in more than just our backgrounds.