"Camila, you're doing it wrong! Mix it anti-clockwise! You're mixing it like it's a treasure map leading to nowhere," Antonio instructed, more like a continuous bruise to her ego.

Camila grumbled but didn't respond, focusing on mixing the batter and getting it over with. Maybe then Antonio would keep quiet.

Meanwhile, Alberto ran to the kitchen every five minutes to check if the cake was ready.

"You're still mixing? How long is it going to take?" Alberto frowned in disappointment.

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