The Particular Sadness Of Lemon Cake Novels & Stories

“Oh, my god, what have you done?!” An older lady in a black colored pant-suit raced down the stairs. I sat up, feeling the remnants of the cake slide under my shirt to my back. God, it felt so disgusting. The lemony smell of the frosting was so harsh that it made me nauseous. I always wondered how Adam could stomach such flavors, but apparently, he loved sweet-and-sour stuff. I, on the other hand, hated sour things, and we constantly had stupid debates over it.

“I wasn’t expecting so many people. I assumed there would only be about fifteen.” Max scoffs, “Again, you assumed something and proved you cannot be trusted. You’re a stupid whore, you know that? You have no idea how embarrassed I am to be married to someone so pathetic. And what’s the deal with that cake? Why does it look like an amateur made it?” “Because you didn’t want me to get a baker, so I made it,” I explained. “It’s hideous,” Max says. “What flavor is it?” “It’s lemon with a raspberry filling. The icing has a little raspberry in it, that’s why it’s pink. I used white frosting to add embellishments.”

I say and he laughs softly. “I think it’s the lemons, they have to be artificially modified, steroid filled lemons.” He says and I nod laughing. “It definitely has to be the steroids.” I say taking another sip, this time I don’t go all in. he’s watching me, I feel awkward gulping the lemonade with his eyes on me like this. “Yey! We’re having lemonade.” Kelly says from a few tables from ours. She smiles at me when I turn and look at her.

I cut a tiny corner piece, the kind a polite person takes when she wants to pretend she’s not eating dessert before soup, and put it in my mouth. It’s ridiculous. It’s perfect. Bright lemon punches through the sugar, balances on the butter crust, and for a second I close my eyes because it’s honestly too much for a girl who threw up her soul this morning. I think of when he slid the keys across the table like an option, not a test, and how I half-joked that pie was binding arbitration. Apparently lemon bars are recovery clauses. I set the knife down, lick sugar off my thumb like a child, and finally reach for my phone.

I moved to the fridge and pulled out the dessert box, holding it up as Beth leaned over the counter, watching me curiously. “Full disclosure,” I said, cracking the lid open. “This is store-bought. I wouldn’t even know where to begin making something like this—not that I had time to attempt it either.” She tilted her head, intrigued. “Layered lemon raspberry cake,” I announced, carefully sliding it out onto a cutting board. “Since Tommy said you liked the lemon pasta, I took a chance that you’d like lemon in dessert form too. Figured raspberry was a gamble worth taking.”

“Maybe.” I hated how much I liked that answer. We stopped at the bakery on the way out because apparently I had no dignity where pastries were concerned. Bailey was gone. The absence sat in my chest like a held breath. I bought lemon cake and two lavender macarons. Colton looked at the display case as if it held poison. “You really don’t like sweet things,” I said. “No.” “Not even cake?” “No.” “Not even if I made it?” He looked at me then and whatever he saw in my face made his expression change in a way that stole all the air from my lungs.

The boy nods eagerly, his curls bouncing. “Try it!” I take the fork and cut a small piece. The taste hits instantly—sweet, rich, and with a light tang of lemon. It’s good, really good. “You’re right,” I tell him with a smile. “This is the best cake I’ve ever had.” Leo beams, rocking back on his heels with delight. “See, Mommy? I told you!” Samantha’s expression softens. The tension that’s been sitting in her shoulders since I walked in seems to fade just a little.

The woman gestured towards the table; covering it was a collection of different flavored cakes. "Cake~!!" Forgetting all about her sandwich, Maria's heart pounded with excitement, sweet-tooth aching, craving to try a sample. "Up first is my delicious strawberry lemon cake!" Charlotte picked up a small round decorative cake covered in pink frosting, adorned with slices of strawberries and lemons.

The old woman thanked her and quickly wrapped the cake and gave it to her, constantly advertising that the cake was very delicious, once she ate it she would remember it forever. - I know why you never lose weight. From afar, Samson shook his head and smiled when he realized the reason why the lemonade he made for her became ineffective. Although the acid in lemon can melt belly fat and the drinker does not need to abstain from food, if she keeps eating out of control like this, it will be meaningless. After paying the old woman, Lucasta was excited, her feet began to dance on the street and the handsome vampire continued to follow behind her.

“It's going to be hard, and worse, it may never erase the pain completely. But it's better than not trying at all.” I go dumb, because I don’t know what to say to that. Deep down, I'm not sure I deserve to be fixed. I don’t know if I can believe that possibility anymore. Judith returns from the kitchen. Dessert is served. The lemon cakes with cream are so fluffy, soft, and they taste so sweet. Judith talks about the latest pack gossip. Callan rolls his eyes but smiles anyway, pouring us more wine.