NORA
The smell of sugar and cinnamon filled the air as I leaned over the kitchen counter, scribbling notes on a folded parchment. My fingers were sticky with honey, my lips curved in a smile.
The early morning sunlight spilled through the large windows, casting golden patches across the flour-dusted counters and gleaming pots.
“I’m thinking… twelve inches for the cake,” I murmured, glancing toward the head baker, a cheerful Omega named. “Or maybe fourteen? I don’t want it too tall… just wide enough to feed everyone comfortably.”
She nodded as she stirred a bowl of batter. “Fourteen should be enough, Luna. Especially if we do a second layer. Plus the pancakes, right?”
I grinned. “Yes. Blueberry pancakes. Light and fluffy. The ones he likes with the slightly crisp edges. We will serve t
