Umur Yeri Red Velvet Novels & Stories

Or wherever the hell they came from. "I'm guessing your favourite colour is black," Vanessa said, pointing her fork at me. My fingers tapped the stem of my glass. "It's red." Her eyes widened slightly. "You don't strike me as a red type." I've never had a favourite colour before but somehow red seemed right. Rhea's favourite colour is red. Valid enough reason. "I find the colour..." I paused and sipped the Bordeaux. "Quite appealing." "Hmm," she murmured, digging into her salmon.

EVERETT Someone orders a large red velvet cake for their twenty-fifth anniversary as they are busy having the three-course meal in the restaurant. My eyes glaze over the decoration as I remember I have to pipe out the names when I bring the cake to their table. Whether I like it or not, the fast-paced work atmosphere at my marketing job and the exhaustion I have from toiling in it are finally catching up with me. I find it hard to spell the name, Lina. It's a simple name, but I struggle to design the alphabet with the frosting.

We all chuckled at that memory of her first lunch with us. I was surprised that everyone noticed that. I thought my mom and I were the only ones paying attention, but apparently everyone was. After dinner, we sat around the living room, chatting and laughing casually. Mom had made a red velvet cake because it was David’s favorite cake flavor. Lucas and David practically gulped down half the cake. Just as the clock hit eleven at night, we all retired to our own rooms.

I have already mixed the ingredients. "What flavor will you cook ma'am?" Hilda asked. "Cheese cake" I said busy breaking the egg "Is this the flavor you made when we first met?" 'Why is this man here again?' I took a deep breath before I answered. "No. That's Red Velvet cake" I replied. "I like the red velvet" 'Huh! So he wants me to cook for him. "So what if you like red velvet?" My sarcastic question. "Cook for me" "Huh! Cook by yourself don't order me! "

Kaleb's pov I stared at the ingredients on the countertop, my arms folded as I glared. I blinked and some flour dusted off my lashes and fall to the floor. I pressed my lips into a frown. I had everything to make the perfect red velvet cake for my girl's birthday tomorrow. Red velvet cake was Bailey's favorite and I wanted to bake her it myself. Unfortunately mom didn't bless me with a baker's hands and I was failing miserably. This was my third batch of batter and I mistakenly added too much salt in this one. I groaned, wiping my hand down the white now batter covered apron.

Violet The grand doors to the banquet hall swung open, and the hum of voices swelled into a roar. I held my head high, schooling my expression into one of serene confidence as Theodore and I walked in together. The crowns of light still lingered, drawing everyone’s attention. The banquet hall of Midnight Park was nothing short of opulent. Theodore hadn’t spared any expense for it. Crystal chandeliers cast soft, glittering light over the room, and the tables were adorned with Midnight blue and Darkmoon violet linens, all trimmed with silver. I remembered my wedding with Lucas, which had primarily been Darkmoon colors, at my father’s insistence. I had always felt bad about Twining River not be

Amber helped him as he prepared the table for the two of them. "How old are you now?" Amber asked him as they sat down. Red smiled as he poured some wine into their glass. "You guess. How old do you think I am? By the way, do you drink wine?" "Huh? I don't really drink wine, but I think it's an exception since it's your birthday. Wait, I think you're as old as me. Twenty-five?" "Hmm... That's too close but no." "Twenty-six?" "Younger," Red smiled as he took a sip of his wine.

The part isn't going the way i liked it to be. Besides the red velvet cakes everything was meh!. I settled onto one of the comfortable couches tucked away in the corner of the hall, On my plate, there was just a single slice of red velvet cake and a glass of water. I decided to pass on the wine this time, because of the mass quantity I had last night at the hotel.

" Charis yelled. "I love you both, thank you." Looking up at them, I said. "We love you as well, baby." Let's eat some cake now." Jenny stated. I set aside my gifts and amused Jenny and Charis by cutting the cake and giving them each a piece. My favorite cake was red velvet, with buttercream frosting and chocolate ganache. Charis, Jenny, and I continued to talk about what was going on in our lives, including Travis and Charis's relationship, which is now official.

Naomi popped another gummy bear into her mouth as she leaned over my shoulder, scrolling through my P*******t board. "Delilah, honey, you can't have a wedding with a color palette called 'muted oat.' It sounds like a bowl of sad oatmeal," Carla rolled her eyes. I looked up from the open laptop where I was scrolling through an inspiration board, a sigh escaping my lips. "It's basically champagne and ivory. The site just calls it that."