Novel & Cerita The Divorcées Dessert Cafe

It was absolutely amazing. When Clayton saw her eating the cake so happily, his smile that was plastered on his face widened. Of course, he would not tell her that when he talked business with the cafe owner’s husband, he deliberately sent them back to their home and begged the cafe owner to make a few desserts. She only agreed to make them fresh because she was too embarrassed to refuse. Clayton was afraid that Nicole would be in a bad mood, but also heartbroken that she would be in a bad mood.

My head leaning on her shoulder, we walked arm in arm back to the front where Martin was waiting for us. As the car doors closed Iryna turned to me. "I have one more surprise for you tonight, moya lyuba." Martin drove us back towards town before pulling off into a residential area just off I-4, and stopping in front of a little row of shops and restaurants. One had red curtains outside, and a sign proclaiming its name as 'Better than Sex'. It was a dessert restaurant, and we were sat in a cozy booth for two near the back. The light was low, the décor said sexy with style. The desserts themselves were decadent, and even the drinks came in candy-dipped glasses.

A waitress approaches, cheerful and wide eyed. “I’ll have a large caramel latte,” Valerie says immediately, “and one of those raspberry danishes.” I glance at the pastry case, then up at the waitress. “A cappuccino for me, please. And a blueberry scone.” She scribbles the order down and disappears behind the counter. I let my eyes wander around the café, students hunched over laptops, a couple laughing softly near the fireplace, someone scribbling into a journal by the bar. It’s peaceful here. Normal.

After 20 minutes of eating and chatting, we heard the usual knock on the door and our waitress walked in with another tray. She took away our empty plates and placed the small silver tray in front of each of us. "Tonight's special is a Molten chocolate lava cake. Reserves especially for couples tonight. Enjoy." She said as fast as she walked away. She had us totally confused, we were just two people getting to know each other, we could barely be categorised as friends talk less like lovers. I looked at Ashton who stared at his cake obviously not bothered about us being called a couple. I shook my head at the manchild in front of me as I picked up my fork and dipped it into my cake.

They rang the doorbell and when I opened, I smiled shyly to see the gorgeous man on the threshold. "Hello." "Just a simple hello?" he slowly approached me and gave me a kiss, which gradually became more intense. I pushed him away from me, feeling that he would fill me with desire again, like the first night we were together. "I want to talk to you, Alessandro, it's important," I felt my cheeks burning. "All right, little girl, I'm going to take you to a place you're going to love." We arrived at a coffee shop called Candy Café, it was very popular for its American style desserts and ice cream, and also for its very colorful decoration.

The doorbell rang, and when I opened it, I smiled shyly seeing the handsome man on the threshold. "Hello." "Just a simple hello?" he slowly approached me and gave me a kiss, which became more and more intense. I pushed him away, feeling that he was going to overwhelm me with desire again, like the first night we were together. "I need to talk to you, Gerard, it's important," my cheeks were burning. "Okay, my dear. I'll take you to a place you'll love." We arrived at a café called Candy Café, very popular for its American desserts and ice creams, as well as its colorful decoration.

I left the mall and went to the Garden Row where the 10 Dove Street Confectionery was located. It was a cafe serving comfort food and delectable baked goodies. What I love about their product was it was all preservative-free. It was located just across the Seda Hotel where I was working. The cozy ambiance of the place welcomed me the moment I got in. My eyes were forming into heart shape as I saw different flavors of cakes that were displayed. It was all salivating!

She wonders where they were going? "Butter Studio." She read the sign written in the cafe. "Welcome to Butter studio," says the woman wearing a pastry chef hat. They sat on the block beside the glass window ornamented with a mini flower on the pot. They ordered a frosted cake minimally between layers and dressed in foliage and fruits, a Milo and Speculoos, Salted caramel and red velvet, an ice cream, and two chocolate cupcakes with almond and chocolate chips on top. "This is a new year treat. Congratulations on being the 100th customer. Enjoy your meal," says the woman who had served their order. The cafe gave them a hazelnut frappe as a new year threat.

Turns out, he was just clocking hours at his other home. So I waited. Sat there in the living room, stone-cold calm. Neil came back just in time. "Babe, I brought you those pastries you love." He dangled a box from Bellmont's Bakery. Inside were their famous egg tarts. I glanced at the box and met his gaze. "Neil, we need to talk." "What's up?" He sat next to me, sliding his arm around my shoulders. The faint smell of her clung to him. I smiled. "Let's get a divorce."

"But thank you. For being honest." "I should have been honest years ago." He pauses. "I also wanted to tell you—no pressure, just information—but I'm closing the café on December 20th. Having a small gathering for regulars, staff, people who've been part of the place over the years. You're welcome to come if you want. To say goodbye. If you don't want to, I completely understand." December 20th. Five days after I can file for divorce. The timing feels significant somehow.