Forbidden desires

mornin

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n,tomorrow you b

t 7:00pm not a

She gets to choose her hairstyles. No tea,compulsory cake

in thought trying to recoll

ay he said as he stormed ou

huckles ,"yes I know,who bears that? Well periwrikles

o come up with a name and she settled for t

s pe

aid amidst smiles."I see,well I am Janet

fired? I as

,"I am relocating

I said,"

or me?" I a

to protect your head from sheyl

?"I asked

la's a good girl,she only needs to get us

e you to s

hank you and do

*

ance. "Exquisite taste," I breathed, impressed. The king-sized bed was the ce

asure trove of colors and emotions

n wonder. "Never seen a bigger bathroom," I excl

n, radiating a sense of serenity. I flopp

alive. "I hope Sheyla and her father treat me as well as this

t me, her face inches apart from mine. I felt like I was dreaming, but w

only to remember I had just moved into Mr. Pius's house

self. "Sheyla?" I called, extending a hand in g

way. "I don't like you!" she exclaimed. and "I want t

a hater!" Sheyla's parting words still lingered in the air. I murmured

f the alarm and caught sight of the time - 6:

"why is sheyla being hostile toward me? "To say th

d mastering my cake making skil

uTube to practice until I landed the job,well everything happened so fast

a could not distract me from seeing the kit

eir colours and sizes,they looked like t

ing air conditioner a

This is my

his kitchen is as cool as a paradise

smooth and the sleek water sinks geez! I wa

d there like an old,expired

cabinet where the pans and ingredients are kept.

girl stood there, watching me with disgust, without o

ved on to the next phase of my

d, "Vanilla and little dots of straw

cake, and now it comes with a preference?" Ma

ad left, so I pulled up one of my favorite YouTube videos on how

dients, trying to focus on the rec

r. Why is this 9year old girl so determined to make my life difficult? Just as I w

's supposed to have little dots of strawberry fla

okay! I'll add the strawberry flavor!" I muttered unde

vering the countertop in a fine white powder. "Seriously?!" I exclaimed, throwing my h

so long? I want

I'm so sorry, Sheyla. I'm just having a little trouble wit

her arms, her s

to wait much long

ckle down my forehead. "Yes, of course. I'll j

, I couldn't help but wonder how

rying to create a elaborate cake for a demanding child. Just as

ng pink!" I felt a surge of frustrat

slid the cake into the oven, I couldn'

ble to deliver? Twenty-five minutes later,the timer we

ut decent. I let it cool for a few m

ded a few drops of red food c

eading the frosting onto the cake. "Is that... p

pink. Just like you asked for." Sheyla eyed the

ontinued to decorate the cake wi

look perfect, but it was... passable. I hoped Sheyla would be satisfie

xed on the cake. For a moment, she just stared

" she said, her voice drip

art s

ccording to sheyla's specifications, b

ying to sound calm. "I thought

l. "The frosting is too pink. And the sprinkles are wron

supposed to know the difference between c

try to do better next time." But Sheyla just shook her head. "I

solution. But before I could come up with any

ke." My eyes widened in alarm. The last thing I wanted was for Sheyla's dad to come home and find out that I had failed