~CAKE~
I was surrounded by women who looked like they had never stepped into a*****e without an appointment.
Everything about them was polished. Their voices, their posture, even the way they held their glasses. It wasn’t forced either. It was natural. Like this world had always belonged to them.
And their names?
God.
I was trying so hard to keep track, but they all sounded… expensive. Too elegant. Too many syllables. The kind of names you don’t just call out—you announce.
Seraphina. Valentina. Alessandra. Phylorendra. Something that probably ended in -ina or -ella.
I paused on that one.
Phylorendra.
What exactly was going through her parents’ heads when they named her that? Because who wakes up one morning and decides, yes—Phylorendra feels right?
I had questions. Mostly for he
