I still had to finish all the cakes and cupcakes ordered before I go to Nana’s funeral. I don’t want to be a burden to my customer so I decided to still finish this.
Isaiah was so worried about me that he even insisted that he came with me to the café. And he was there, standing and watching me make the cupcakes. I asked him to taste the cupcakes and the cake samples to make sure that I am putting in the right amount of ingredients. I don’t want the birthday ruined because I made a salty cake.
“This is good,” Isaiah uttered while nodding. He looked at me and smiled. “This tastes nice but I can still taste sadness in them.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What do you mean?” I was confused. How could someone taste sadness in a pastry? It’s sweet and it’s ought to make someone’s day brighte
