❀ Amy ❀
"This house is a warzone," I muttered as I yanked open the living room curtains and let in the midmorning sun.
"It’s not that bad," Jessica said from behind me, her arms full of baking supplies. "I have seen worse. Do you remember how my place looked after Milly’s birthday party?"
"That was one cake away from a demolition site," I said as I laughed and closed the window. "But still. This feels...different. I want it to be perfect,"
"It will be," she said as we headed into the kitchen. Jessica dropped everything on the kitchen island. "Now I don’t want to assume anything judging by these ingredients, so…tell me…what exactly are we making for dessert?"
"Apple Bavarian torte," I said as I leaned against the counter. "You know the one you made for the school bake sale?"
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