Dana POV
I began to ice the cake, humming underneath my breath, my cheeks flushed, my cheeks a bright rosy red. Thankfully, nobody seemed to be any the wiser to what Hunter and I had been up to outside and I smoothed the icing over the cake, frowning as I looked down at it. Was it my imagination, or did the icing look slightly darker than it originally looked? The icing had a penchant for going lighter in the refrigerator rather than darker, but perhaps it had slipped my mind how dark the icing had been, to begin with. I put the cake onto a plate and took it to the living room where Lionel, Joyce, and Hunter were expectantly waiting. I couldn't wait for them to try this cake. It was a new recipe of mine and I'd been dying to try it out. One of the staff followed behind me with a collectio
