“Do you want a piece of chocolate cake?” I shout from the kitchen.
“Oh yeah. Cut me a slice, please,” Dany hollers back.
I have an addiction to ordering cakes and pastries from bakeries all over the United States. So when an ad for a delectable chocolate cake pops up on my social media, I fall victim every time. Could I bake it myself? Of course, but I love trying out new places.
I carry our plates into the living room and set Dany’s on her lap. She holds up her cake and her light green eyes widen. “Wow. This looks amazing. Where did you order this one from?”
