Ana's POV
I don't know how, but we did it. We ended up completely covered in flour, and the cupcakes were ready.
I finished filling the last one, and when I went to the dining room to eat them together, Belial was wiping my daughter's cheeks.
"You still have flour all over your face," he comments.
"I had never had so much fun in the kitchen."
"I see, so you like desserts."
"Yes, but I'm better at eating them. And do you know how to make desserts?"
After removing the last stain from Vera's face, Belial smiles and sighs.
"Actually, I'm terrible at it, but I met someone who made some very good ones. Maybe they didn't look so fancy, but the taste was incomparable. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because she made them with love. She wasn't an expert, but she tried to do her best. Sometimes,
