He was looking at her with admiration when she grabbed the tray from the oven with two gloves, leaning down slowly.
The steam was covering her face, the beautiful cakes made by her were ready. The cakes were put on the table and she was taking care of them like they were babies. They were the most beautiful cakes ever. She covered them with lemon crust and fresh fruits, she was careful at every detail. That recipe she learned from the old books she had from her grandmother, books that she found in the attic of her house where she lived. She looked at them proud. Read full article