It was one busy afternoon. Baking Oliver's cake may be time-consuming and hard, since I don't have an electric mixer, and I have to do everything by hand. This might be the only time that I feel so much tired but, even though I'm tired, I'm glad that I'm doing this for Oliver. I guess I wanted to make him feel more special. The cake I'll be doing is a mirror glazed strawberry mousse cake. I remembered the time when we went to a sweets shop and told them he wanted a mirror glazed cake, but he didn't get to buy it because it was out of stock. So, I decided to let the cake come to him instead of the other way around.
While I was baking, my phone suddenly rings. I stopped for a while, picked up my phone from the counter to check on it. I received a text from Oliver saying; “Hey Freddie. Than
