Anna never imagined that Daniel would suggest they bake her birthday cake together.
She stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at him as if he had just proposed something impossible.
"Bake?" she repeated, unsure she had heard him correctly.
Daniel leaned casually against the counter, his sleeves rolled up, his expression calm but his eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.
"Yes," he said simply. "We will make your cake."
Anna let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.
"It will not end well," she warned him. Because she had tried before.
Once.
And it had been a disaster so complete that even Mariam had given up trying to salvage it. She had burned the base, oversweetened the cream, and somehow managed to spill flour across nearly every surface of the kitchen. The memory alone made her cringe.
"I nearly destroyed the entire kitchen," she reminded him.
Daniel's lips twitched. "Then it is good I am here this time."
Anna narrowed her eyes slightly.
