The doorbell above Mega-Me jingled as Leonica and Anastasia walked out, small carton of cake in the latter’s hand.
“You sure this is perfect?” Anastasia questioned, visibly worried about the cake she had chosen for her mother. Her worry went as far as making her taking yet another peak into the cake box. Although the beautiful pink cherry cake was eye catching and definitely delicious, she wasn’t too sure it was her mother’s type.
Bethany, her mother, was a bit, no, overly picky when it came to cakes.
From beside her, Leonica sighed. “Anastasia, the cake’s fine. I know Bethany, she’s gonna love it.” She tried to reassure.
But Anastasia just wasn’t buying it. She was about to take yet another worried look into the cake box and probably contemplate going back into Megan’s shop to swap the cake, or just ditch the cake idea in whole, when a familiar voice sounded out from in front of her.
“Anastasia?”