Angel POV
The day of the social event arrived, and my chocolate creation was beautiful. Each piece was designed to be taken from the cake without needing to cut it, and the slightly solid chocolate shell housed all sorts of delicious flavors within the piece itself from strawberry crème to hazelnut to chocolate ganache to peanut butter. Everything I could imagine that would go well with chocolate was in a different slice of the cake. Each one was different. Each lady and gentleman who took a slice would experience an entirely different flavor combination from the next person. I nodded at it in delight. I had boxed it up in layers so each layer of the five-tier cake could be taken and assembled at the event. I had assembled and disassembled it three times yesterday and was pleased with the
