Corinna's POV
I tried to listen to Amira as she explained what to look for when separating the cherries. She wanted to save some by putting them into jars and baking a cake, which she was eager to teach me how to make.
I didn’t want to disappoint her. Even though I was eager to know why Barrett had come to visit her, I knew I would have asked her in vain. There was something they were keeping hidden from me, and I had a bad feeling it was related to Alaric.
“Corinna, you can cook. I think you will learn to bake really easily,” she said.
I smiled but didn’t know how to tell her that learning to bake felt pointless for me. I was sure that wherever I ended up, cake wouldn't be on the menu.
“It’s just that I’ve never eaten cake, Amira. I mean, I’ve only had cake at the castle.”
“I know,
