Betty’s POV

I reached for the knife, forcing my hands to stay steady as I cut into the cake. The blade sank smoothly through the soft layers, the scent of strawberries and cream rising faintly into the air. A smile remained on my face

I placed a slice onto a paper plate and handed it to him before taking one for myself. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I took a bite and savoured the taste. I hummed in approval, It was perfect.

The sweetness was balanced, not overwhelming, the texture ...